Still buzzing from our earlier conversation about the upcoming ceremony, we stepped inside the Spa unit.
The cheerful atmosphere, however, quickly dissipated as a heavily made-up middle-aged woman approached us, her presence radiating a distinct chill. Her aura was dominating, her smile failing to reach her thickly lined, cold eyes. She was garishly dressed, her intricate gown trailing along the floor like a scene from a historical drama.
“You must be Joanna,” she greeted me, her voice laced with a distinctly hostile undertone. “The woman who Alpha Abel brought to the pack.”
She paused, her gaze sweeping over me from head to toe, her lips twitching disdainfully.
“I'm Lily,” she continued, her tone dripping with condescension. “Your hostess at this Spa. Let me take a good look at you
