~Valeria~
There are many things I could handle, bruised body, territorial step brothers, and being the center of every bad situation in school. But being dressed up like a pretty little gift for some random werewolf bachelor? That was where I drew the line.
I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing this pastel-blue dress that my mother picked out like it was prom night. Soft curls bounced off my face, my lips tinted with a color she called “innocent berry,” whatever that meant. I didn’t even recognize myself. I looked… like I was doing too much for the attention. And that pissed me off.
“I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” I muttered under my breath.
From behind, her voice came out with mean sweetness. “You’re not getting any younger, Valeria. It’s time you find
