Mason's POV
I found myself happier than usual. At first, I thought it was because of the upcoming ball, but somewhere deep down, I knew that wasn’t true. Last year, I’d also supervised the ball preparations and had been very restless. Yet today, I was grinning like a schoolboy. There was still something else about today...
“Fold it again,” Violet said absently, stretching her hands towards me to grab a pair of scissors.
Staring at her for some time, I carefully took note of how gracefully she carried herself. She spoke so carefully, like royalty, and her poise wasn’t something you could miss. It was elegant. Did caterers have a certain elegance to them? I wondered.
“Don’t be silly. Of course, they don’t,” my wolf, Finn, said.
“I wish we could solve this mystery,” he said, sounding tho
