Francesca straightened herself out in front of the small mirror in the dimly lit bathroom.
She had felt so confident when she demanded to see Oskar, but now Karoline had gone to fetch the boy, it didn’t seem like such a good idea.
The young Alpha had not been to speak to her at all, and part of her saw that as an insult - her father would have had a lot to say about it.
She had to calm herself down and remind herself that it wasn’t a bad thing that she had been left alone, and she stared at her reflection and tried to make herself look like she had actually left her bed for more than a few hours over the past fortnight.
She ran one of her hands through her hair - it was longer than it had been in a very long time now, and she thought it looked messy. She hadn’t ever liked the way it l
