*Leah*
Being introduced into high pack Society is a nerve-racking affair that slowly morphs into a tedious, boring one as I stand beside Gina, welcoming the guests who descend the wide sweeping staircase into the elaborately decorated grand salon with its massive sparkling chandeliers, ornate molding, and painted ceiling after being announced in a deep, booming voice by the servant outfitted in a red jacket, heavy with gold braiding, gray knee pants, and white stockings that show off his lovely calves.
Gina's lavender gown is not as revealing as some, but then she never flaunts her femininity. Her Alpha, Thor, is at her side, his eyes reflecting the sort of tenderness and fondness I hope to inspire in some young Alpha.
I dearly wish my mum was here to see it all, but she feels out of pl
