*Jayne*
The balls held at the Seafort estate are almost as famous as the hunts. The previous Luna, Seafort’s mother, had set the standard, and I picked up the banner and ran with it.
I can’t deny the pride that sweeps through me as I greet our guests with my husband as they enter the grand salon. I hear sharp intakes of breath and exclamations of awe. The orchestra is seated in the balcony, their music wafting through the room. The crystal chandeliers sparkle as the candle flames flicker. Flowers and greenery adorn the massive room that accommodates several small seating areas.
Now I stroll through, ensuring that our guests know refreshments are available through the open double doors leading into the next room. I partner young she-wolves with eligible gentlemen. As I answer questions
