My mind does not feel like my own as I am rushed away from my father and before I know it I am enveloped within a group of people I did not recognise. All smiling, and all with plenty to say about the wedding. Seemingly discussing the upcoming Alpha. The man who is to be my husband very soon. The thing is, the things being said are far from favourable, and this is leaving a somewhat bitter taste within my mouth and a sickly feeling in my gut.
But, I do what is expected of me. I put on my professional face. I smile. All while my hair and makeup is done. And when I say done, I mean done... there are multiple women surrounding me, attacking me with hairbrushes, make-up brushes and sponges... and I have no clue what else. The most make up I normally wear is a little concealer and some mascar
