"I don't care if it's radioactive purple. Wash it off." Lila pointed toward the bathroom. "You have two hours to transform from 'chaotic artist gremlin' to 'future Luna material.' Move."
Dorothy laughed despite her nerves, clutching the dress to her chest as she headed for the shower.
Two hours.
Two hours to prepare for the most important dinner of her life.
No pressure at all.
In the Alpha's kitchen, Evelyn continued her preparations while Magnus hovered uncertainly nearby.
"Stop fidgeting," she said without looking up. "You're making Willow anxious."
"I'm not fidgeting."
"You've rearranged those napkins four times." Evelyn finally turned to face her son, her green eyes soft with understanding. "She's just a girl, Magnus."
"She's not just anything," he said quietly. "She's... eve
