In the morning, I attended training, getting to know some of the visiting pack members. I could feel my stomach begin to churn each time I thought of breakfast, nervousness ripping through me.
I left training a little early and went back to shower and change in preparation for breakfast. I took some time to do my hair, leaving it out but pinning some of it back. Knowing who would be there, I dressed up better but still casually in a modest emerald green sundress that sculpted my curves and highlighted my eyes. As I looked in the mirror I frowned, thinking to myself ‘I wonder what Lunas wear to breakfast?’. I slipped on a pair of flats and went to help my mum with preparations. When I walked in I had never seen their house so clean, nor my mum so flustered, “Morning mum, what can I do?”.
