RIVERA’S POV
Hayley sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair carefully. Her hair was a rich brown color and she gently plaited it into two loose braids which sat on her shoulders. I observed her, my eyes moving from her hair to her dress and back, repeatedly. “All done!” Hayley squealed, standing up. “You look stunning, Hailey! It’s the perfect dress” I said. The mating ball at Madeline’s mate’s pack, the same pack Hayley had spent almost half of her life in, was holding at moonlight and all I could imagine as Hayley stood in my dress she had pleaded to wear, was how much attention she was going to get.
The dress she wore was a blue dress the same color as the sky at night and her necklace was matching with her beautiful shoes which Madeline had gotten for her for the special occas
