JADE
I’ve been running around to make sure everything is perfect, even the celebrant is still avoiding me like a plague.
Cleo’s mad at me. I get it, but I think she’s taking it to a whole new level now. It’s like I fell from her good graces into a pile of s**t.
She practically hates me again.
I’m at the entrance of the Veiled Moon pack house. It’s a windy night, air raising the strands of my hair and the hem of my party dress.
Street lights and decor lights color the space, ensuring a bright ambience. There’s a large statue of a giant skull wearing a flower crown. Replicas of old, rusty cemetery gates are scattered around aesthetically.
The decor even includes fake cobwebs, candle lights, creepy dead-looking statues in ghost costumes.
It has Cleo Kamari written all over it, thoug
