KAIA
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, carefully applying a final touch of mascara for my first date with Lewis tonight. It's been exactly seven days since I stormed out of Vincent's office, and I have barely spoken to him except necessary at work.
The navy blue dress I chose hugs my curves in all the right places without being too revealing—elegant but approachable. I want to look good for Lewis, to give this a real chance.
I know I still have complicated feelings about Vincent, and my wolf might not recognize Lewis as her mate, but his wolf recognized me. There has to be a reason for that. And there's definitely an undeniable pull between us that I can't ignore. I'm eager to see where this could lead.
I step out of my room and find Mom waiting in the hallway, her face lighting
