Anya
“Atriella wore this one fifteen years ago,” Lauren walked in with a white dress that, in fact, looked fifteen years old.
Anya tried to fake a smile in her and Jack’s bathroom. Mia had been helping add wavy curls in Anya’s hair while Loraina applied light amounts of makeup. Lauren, bless her heart, was searching for some sort of a dress for Anya to wear. It’s not like she was getting married, but traditionally she would still need to wear white. She failed to see the point after Lauren explained how this ceremony works and how it differs from other packs.
If anything, why not just wear a swimsuit?
“Uh,” Loraina cleared her throat, “I don’t mean to offend—”
“Yes you do,” Kai walked in holding up one of Anya’s own dresses.
“Okay, well, I’m trying to be respectful
