Elara’s POV
The moment I stepped down from the stage, the smiles continued. Some looked genuine while some looked otherwise. The not genuine smiles were those werewolves wear when they were about to give fake compliments.
“The speech was beautiful,” A young lady walked up to me and said, I wasn’t sure I knew her.
“You handled yourself very well, your mother would’ve been proud of you,” An old woman mentioned.
Compliments kept coming in and I could only smile through every one of them. My cheeks had begun to hurt from forcing a smile every second, but I still had to continue. It was what I signed up for tonight.
“Wherever your mother is, I’m sure she’s so proud of you,” Another compliment came through just when I thought I was done receiving compliments for the night.
For a reason,
