Odessa stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror in the main living room on their floor, not believing the day they had picked for the wedding had arrived.
She still thought this was all a sarcastic comment till she saw the guests start arriving since the previous day.
“Is this tight enough, my lady?” the seamstress asked her.
She was helping Odessa into her red dress, which was the tradition of the pack. Any woman who was to be married to her husband-to-be would wear the red dress.
“Or do you want me to—”
“I'm going to choke. Please loosen it a little,” Odessa said, her voice just above a whisper, and the seamstress immediately did as she was asked.
“That's much better.”
Odessa sighed before looking at her reflection in the mirror.
The dress was adorned with thousands of
