Lana’s POV
The moment Bella rejoined us, her eyes were darting around the decorated hall like a child stepping into a candy shop. She clasped her drink in both hands and leaned closer to me.
“Okay, Lana,” she whispered conspiratorially, her voice buzzing with excitement. “Tell me I’m not crazy, but… is this a theme party? I swear everyone’s outfits look coordinated. It’s giving fashionable pack gala vibes.”
Before I could respond, Isaac smirked and casually shoved his hands into his pockets. “It is a theme party,” he said, pride dripping from his tone. “Would I ever host anything basic? Never.”
Bella’s jaw practically hit the floor. “Wait—what?! You didn’t say that in the invite!”
“That’s because,” he said smoothly, gesturing toward a hallway on the right, “I had outfits prepared for
