Aryana
Yesterday, when we came to get fitted for our dresses and shoes, we were all asked a bunch of questions. “What is your wolf like? What is your favorite color? Favorite thing to do? Personality? Wolf’s personality?” and so on. I figured it had something to do with the colors and/or styles they were going to choose for our dresses, but I had no idea my dress would look like this.
Tears came to my eyes, and I sniffled. I looked up in hopes of stopping any tears from falling down my face. “No crying Luna, you’ll ruin your makeup. I hope those are happy tears in there.” the designer said. She reached her hand inside the curtain with a box of tissues that I graciously took from her, dabbing the moisture from my face.
“Thank you,” I replied. I fanned my face with my hand, trying to ca
