The words left her mouth easier than they settled in her heart. A quiet doubt sparkled—what if trust was always this fragile in a pack of moonmates?
"I really like him. He is my dream mate, but unfortunately…"
"There is nothing unfortunate here," Emma said as she sat in front of the mirror. The hairstylist her father sent worked wonders on her hair, and she also styled Brooklyn's hair beautifully.
After the makeup craftwolf finished, both of them looked amazing…so beautiful and breathtaking that they could hardly recognize themselves.
"Let's go to the party hall and see how the decoration is going," Emma said and grabbed her hand. She grinned and followed her.
Brooklyn and Emma walked into the party arena, which was on the top level of Ashley's Villa, and were dumbfounded. The event designers, lighting technicians, florists, and rental specialists were expertly turning the hall into a wonderland. The decoration was quite simple but fascinating.
