“Are you alright, Vynessa? You keep acting lost,” Melissa holds my hand, shaking it a bit.
Clearing my throat inwardly, “Yeah. I'm great. How much time do I have left for me to start dressing up?”
“Not much time. You don’t look good, Vynessa. But I will try to cover your swallowed eyes with some light makeup. You can’t attend the event, looking this way,” she suggests.
Honestly, sometimes I wonder why Melissa acts so nice towards me. Her mission is to watch over me and make sure that I carry out every task given to me by Alpha Thane. But with how much she is invested in me, it makes me think she took up that responsibility just to take care of me.
“Come have your seat, Vynessa,” Melissa takes the towel from me, dropping it by the side. With her palms resting on my shoulders, she leads
