THIRD PERSON'S POV
Cathy sat by her dresser, applying more lipstick, when a sharp knock sounded on her ears. She frowned, rolling her eyes, her gaze fell on the small silver clock on her table.
She had about thirty minutes until her date. Roman had texted to inform her he was gonna take her to somewhere nice and exquisite and she couldn't wait.
Neither he nor his brothers had said a single word to her after the moon festival. They didn't even announce her as their mate.
Maybe they want to make it up to me. She thought to herself, before she murmured “Come in.”
Her mother strutted into her tastefully furnished room, all dressed for the office.
“Good morning, dear. How're you my darling?”
Cathy turned to face the mirror, rolling her eyes. Her mother could be such a handful somet
