I didn’t really dress up much for the upcoming get-together. I put on a light blue dress that fell just below my knees, paired it with white sneakers, left my hair down, added a touch of mascara and a bit of lip gloss — done. Ready to go.
I hear my phone ring — the driver’s arrived. Grabbing the little gift for Nicholas and his parents, I head out.
We reach Elizabeth and Robert Vesnitsky’s residence fairly quickly. Ahead of me stands a beautiful two-story house with a spacious, elegant veranda. A neatly kept lawn stretches around it, and in the back, there’s a lovely garden with a pool. There’s even a playground and a treehouse for Nicholas. Beyond the property lies a wide stretch of forest — perfect for grown werewolves to let their second selves roam free. The place feels almost magica
