Elana.
It was the night of the ball already. The ball was the last interactive event before the main thing which was the launching of businesses.
This one was not only for invitees of Dobawere who were to attend. Every member of the business association worldwide and every new business owner were to attend.
It was a masked ball. The idea of the mask was so interactions would be made anonymously considering rival packs would be present at the ball.
It was a smart idea by the organizers I must say.
I stood in front of the hotel room’s mirror as I examined my attire. A long blue thin sleeveless dress. I had white elbow-length gloves on and a pair of blue heels.
I was satisfied with my look. “You look beautiful mummy,” Selanene said as she admired me from the bed.
“Yes she does,” Julia
