The days blurred together as the week of Lara’s 18th birthday arrived. Between preparations, decorating, and shopping, Lara and I barely had time to sleep.
In most packs, the omegas set up and decorate all occasions, but in ours, it was customary for the host and family to do it. Lara wasn’t unreasonable, but she had a vision, and come hell or high water, it was happening.
“I don't want to wear a white dress!” I heard Lara arguing with her mother as I entered their wing of the house. I couldn’t help but snicker as I knocked on the door and walked in. They have been having this fight for two weeks and it was comical by this point.
“Please tell my mom that white is overrated,” Lara said as soon as she saw me.
“Please tell my daughter that some traditions have to be followed,” Beta Claire
