Two hours later, the gravel crunch of Liam’s BMW announced his arrival.
Upstairs, Mum was just placing the final pin in my hair. I stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the girl looking back. The emerald velvet dress fit like a second skin, hugging my waist and flowing down to my knees in a ripple of dark fabric. It was modest, yet undeniably alluring. Mum had kept the makeup minimal, enhancing my eyes, and swept my hair up to expose the curve of my neck—and the mark.
"You look breathtaking, sweetheart," Mum said, her blue eyes shimmering with pride. "The Pack will adore you."
I offered a tight, brittle smile. "Thanks, Mum."
"Come down when you're ready," she said, heading for the door.
"Mum?"
She paused, hand on the knob.
"Don't let Liam come up here, okay? I need a minute."
