“How about this one? I like it but it doesn't really compliment my skin” Maria says, clad in a pastel mint bodycon gown. She does a 360, while looking at Belle, asking for her opinion.
I wanted to just lock myself in a room and blast some sad music on my device but Belle practically dragged us to a boutique to buy us dresses for tonight's event.
What Event? I don't know but it's something important. Everything seems to be more important than their Alpha who is in jail, among the humans.
The Pack has started to feel more harsh and practical than a place of warmth and safety.
“I don't know sweetheart— Belle starts but I turn to Maria with a scowl.
“The dress looks good but you don't,” I claim, tired of her indecisive self. She is trying on a ninth dress and yet can't seem to find one
