The next day, I spent the entire morning preparing the feast for Lord Ambrose. Mae and I worked until our backs ached, but when we finally stepped away from the kitchen, I felt proud of what I had made.
The ballroom gleamed with gold light and silk banners when the celebration began. Music floated through the air, soft and elegant, as laughter rose from clusters of finely dressed wolves.
Mae and I stood tucked into the corner behind a tall marble column, hidden just enough to watch but not be seen.
“Thankfully we got all the food cooked and ready in time, right?” Mae whispered beside me, her voice warm and excited.
I nodded. “I just hope he likes the food. If Lord Ambrose is as particular as everyone says, even one detail could ruin the entire feast.”
“He will,” Mae said with certain
