Tatum
Downstairs, there are throngs of people. Ford’s father’s mansion is absolutely massive. I’ve never been to a party with so many people. I feel like an outcast; they are all rich and dripping in diamonds and brilliant earrings and the girl’s hair look like they have stepped out of a salon. Then there is the way they look. All the same almost. Stick thin with big heads, fake t**s and tiny hips.
Very much unlike myself with my curves and heavy, natural bosom. My hair is styled nicely, it hangs down my back in ice blonde waves. Mother always said my hair was a feature and that I get it from my grandmother who died before I was born. Apparently, she was a stunner and her wolf was ice white like mine. Lilly has been silent inside me for a while now which used to make me worry but it does
