Violet
Three hours later, we were seated in the large living hall, while Nicole still continued to talk about the wedding arrangements. I was still unsure about the dress that Nicole had just gifted me, staring at it like a beautiful, suspicious trap.
"Oh, how wonderful!" Aunt Thelma's voice carried from downstairs. "He's finally here!"
I looked up from the dress and towards the entrance to see a guest arrive. A man in a wheelchair sat motionless in the center of the marble foyer, his posture rigid, and his face utterly blank. He looked to be in his sixties, with silver hair and the sharp bone structure that marked him as an old member of a respected werewolf family.
But his eyes were completely empty, staring at nothing.
A nurse stood behind the wheelchair, a middle-aged woman with
