"Do you want your hair wavy or straight?" Dolores asked holding a hair roller in her hand. I looked at my hair and pursed my lips unable to give a response. "Doesn't matter. We'll tie it up anyways." Lilith or should I say Ma replied. I looked at her in the mirror and saw her give me a smile which I reciprocated. Elena was at the corner making some amendments to my dress with a curtain covering her so we wouldn't see the dresses. My dress is really sleek and beautiful and fashionable and beautiful. Elena's words, not mine. Dolores also said she hadn't seen my cloth nor had she seen hers or Elena's. Elena was the only person in our trio squad that has seen our dresses since she was well, the fashion designer. I rolled my eyes at her leg that I saw at the corner of the curtain. She was being really really protective of the cloth. I was arguing with her to let me see it. Just a peek when Dolores came and said I should quickly come over. I could remember I was scared when she sai
Chris. "Congratulations man." Max greeted. "Thanks," I replied raising my glass to him which he reciprocated before moving away. I turned my head to look for Isabelle spotting her amongst some girls in the pack. Hn, I guess it's good if she has some kind of relationship with the females apart from Dolores and Elena. I was almost turning my head when I saw her laugh at something. Her laugh like always was beautiful with the way she threw her head back and laughed her heart out. There was nothing that wasn't genuine about her. "Chris, are you even listening?" God, she looked so beautiful. I saw her shake her head drinking from a cup in her hand. Hold on, who gave her the drink? "Oh leave him. He's looking at his mate and Luna. He looks so in love." I should probably inquire about it. I was about to walk away when someone held my shoulders. "Hello, wolf boy." I heard behind me. Oh, Goddess! Not tonight! "What do you want witch?" I asked turning to her with a glare. "Oh co
ISABELLE'S POV "Chris," I called in a whisper falling to the bed. I grabbed my hair pulling the towel I wrapped around my head undone in frustration and confusion. I have to ask for his forgiveness. I have to. Clothe. Dress. Shit. I ran to the closet and pulled it open. I ran my hands across the fabrics pulling out any random thing I felt was good in my hand. Soon, tears clouded my eyes. I took a deep breath and the tears cleared up. I picked up the cloth and saw it was a yellow round neck t-shirt and a blue skirt. I shrugged and pulled it on tearing off the label. It was my first time wearing this kind of clothes. I would rather wear it with a trouser or leggings. I slipped on the slippers at the door realizing Chris's own weren't there anymore. Oh good, he couldn't be that far. Where can he go? Where? Where? Ah, he might be at the tent. I walked down the stairs missing one in the process. I fell on my butt but I paid it no mind as I stood and continued walking. My leg was ach
I slipped on my slippers and walked downstairs stopping only when I got to the front of the house. How can she say that? She was embarrassed? Of me? What's there to be embarrassed about? "What's got your pants in a twist?" I heard suddenly making me look at Roxy that leaned in to look at my eyes. "Move away from me," I said rolling my eyes. "Hey, calm down. I don't want your mate going all wolfy or witchy on me. Her scent is like all over you." She replied leaning back. I said nothing and only turned my head to look at another side. "So tell me, wolf- I mean, Christopher... What's got your pants in a twist?" She asked again. I turned my head back to her and was about to abuse her when I bit my tongue. Hold on, she's a girl. Even though she might be old, like really old... She would have experience. "Say, Roxy..." I started and I saw her eyes piqued with interest. "Always love poking your into people's business," I muttered to myself. "I heard that." She said pursing her lips.
"Why did you kiss me?" She asked once I broke away from the kiss. "Oh, you're just teasing me now," I replied crossing my arms. "Why would I do that?" She replied mirroring my action. "Now, there, right there is a tease," I replied pointing at her. She stuck her tongue out at me and giggled. I shook my head and pulled out the next bar stool sitting beside her with my hands under my tilted head. I stared at her and I saw her face turning red. She directed her gaze from the tabletop ever so lightly turning her eyes to look at me. I grinned and she immediately diverted her eyes. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked. "What? You look more beautiful, so I would like to savor this moment." I replied shrugging. "Oh, God. Can you please turn your head? I'm becoming a tomato." "Nope," I replied popping the p. "Chris!" She yelled turning her head to me. I turned her chair so her whole bo was facing me and then grinned. Her eyes met with mine and I lost myself in it once again. "Do
Dropping the bouquet of white Lily in my hand unto Mother's grave, I saw the same thing already on Dad's own so I dropped mine off as well. Dad always said he didn't have a favorite flower but he liked Mum's Favorite which was White Lily. I stretched my hand and cleaned the dust off the surface of their headstone to reveal the epitaph and their names. HERE LIES MIRANDA SHEFFIELD SMITH, a beloved wife, mother, and daughter. HERE LIES VICTOR SMITH, a loving father, husband, and son. Mutual love, the crown of bliss. I had told them to carve the same epitaph on their headstone. I smiled at Mum's picture before turning to Dad's as well. "Hey, Mum." I greeted. "Hey, Dad." I was kneeling with Matilda holding my forearm beside me. Chris and Alex were standing behind us. "Hi... Your unfilial daughter is here. I know I've been a bad daughter and I'm sorry. I should have brought Matilda here the day she woke up, right? As I said earlier, I know I'm unfilial and I'm sorry." I paused a
"Here, I found a picture of them," Matilda said once I moved to her side. "Woah... They look beautiful in this picture. It's perfect for the shoot." I exclaimed. "Then what are we waiting for? Come on come on." She said. I heaved a sigh and walked out of the room after Matilda. She was admiring the picture while my mind was filled with the voices and the seeing me. What in God's name was that? "Do you want to look around the kitchen?" Matilda asked turning around to look at me. "Huh?" "The kitchen. Are you okay? You seem pale." She said touching my forehead. "I'm fine. Let's just go take the picture." I said waving her off. "Alright. If you say so." She replied eyeing me. I gave her a weak smile and when she turned her head, I looked back at the room. Feeling someone's eyes on me. Boring holes into my back as I walked. I immediately walked faster with my heart beating faster. I slammed my nose into a chest as I cussed out. "For the love of mother fucking cheese and rice... O
Chris's POV I smiled at Isabelle and turned around walking into the car. I didn't want to leave and go on this nonsensical journey but I needed it for my pack. If that bitch proves to be stubborn, to hell with her and her help then. Cause I just can't pinpoint the reason why she would only send tickets for myself and my beta. But I was grateful in a way. Her pack is far too dangerous for Isabelle. I knew no one there... There was no one I could trust. And with that in mind, I had Lincoln and Kennedy be her guard for the meantime. I waved at her and Antonio drove off. I looked down at the container in my hand and looked up back. "Stop the car," I said and Antonio immediately stepped on the brake making the tires screech as it came to a halt. "Al-" I didn't wait for him to turn his head or call my name finish as I sprang out of the car running. I saw her turn her head and looked at me. I just stared at her in return. She cried and then jumped me and I hugged her back tightly. G