*Scarlett*
Likability apparently means taking a late-afternoon stroll through the park at the fashionable hour. I don't understand why we have to come to this particular park when there's a smaller, more pleasant one near our hotel. But my mother, it seems, has dedicated her time at the ball to discovering all the ways a she-wolf can throw herself into the path of an Alpha.
So here I am, walking alongside my mother on the green. Sam made his excuses earlier, choosing instead to go to a club to meet some men who might be interested in investing. I just hope it doesn't involve attending another ball.
The thought of claiming a migraine crosses my mind because balls are incredibly taxing on my nerves. The people, the noise of conversations, always being on display… It exhausts me. But as a
