Chapter Sixty-Two
Ana
An entire day had already dragged by, and it was officially almost time for the formal pack ball. I stood silently in the cramped space of the storage room, staring down at the elegant gown Desmond had personally laid out on the small cot for me to wear. It was remarkably beautiful, woven from premium fabric that felt completely different from any piece of clothing I had ever been allowed to wear during my time in this mansion.
I carefully slipped into the dress, stepped over to the small wall mirror, and looked at my reflection. For over twenty-four hours now, Lily had been frantically trying to reach my line, sending endless strings of text messages demanding to know where I had vanished to. Even Derek had been completely consumed by worry, blowing up my phone
