Fiona's POV
The gown wasn't supposed to feel this hot.
I sat in the mirror, trying to pin down the last few curls without snagging the rest. My fingers kept slipping. The bobby pin dropped onto my lap for the third time, and I breathed out through my nose in frustration.
“You’ll frizz it up before you’ve even got your first kiss.”
Ellen's voice came from the bed, where she lay stretched out like there was nowhere to go.
‘I’m not ruining it. ’ I picked up the pin and pushed it in firmly. It felt slightly loose, but that was okay; it would hold. Probably.
Ellen snorted. "Sure."
I watched her in the mirror. She was scrolling on her phone like it was just another night — like the whole pack wasn’t outside, waiting for the mating ritual to start.
I wished I could borrow some of her cal
