Mark picked me up for the meeting about an hour and a half before my parents were planning to leave. They would be presenting me to the pack as Mark’s girlfriends for the first time at the meeting, we’d been together since before the last meeting but I had still been recovering from the crash and had been unable to attend. He was bringing me to the pack house early so they could prepare me. I had my hair done and my dress in one of those cover bags to bring along to put on at the pack house when it was closer to the time that the meeting would start. It was a long, strapless, chiffon gown, an ombre purple, with a darker purple on top to a lighter at my feet. My mum had picked it out for my along with my shoes for underneath.
Mark helps me to remove my coat and I shiver from the late Novem
