Vanya's POV
The next day at noon, I was leaning against the window, intently reading a finance book, when Jenny gently knocked on the door and said, "Luna Vanya, the dressmaker and stylist are here, asking if it's convenient for you now?"
"Is there something?" I responded with some confusion.
"Aren't you attending the Thunder Pack's family dinner tonight?"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but frown.
With the recent flurry of events, had it not been for Jenny's reminder, I might have completely forgotten about returning to the Thunder Pack tonight.
I rubbed my temple, thinking that if it weren't for this monthly family dinner that I must attend, I really didn't want to go.
"I see, let them in," I put down the book in my hand and organized my thoughts.
The Thunder Pack is one of the lar
