ROSALIE’s POV
I almost cancelled twice before I left the apartment in the afternoon.
The first time was when I caught myself standing in front of the mirror, staring at myself for too long, wondering if the red blouse and jeans made it seem like I was trying too hard. The second time was when I thought of the quadruplet again the moment I reached for my keys. I ignored both. The quadruplets had made their choice in that clubhouse room with their silence. If they could walk away and live happily, then so could I.
Damon had suggested a small café three blocks from the industrial edge of the pack grounds. It had a cozy space and looked easy to leave if things felt wrong. I convinced myself this was a good idea and I would have fun. I did not let myself think of how close it was to the Hell
