13, A HIT

ANDREA

I slowly made my way through the passage to the first garden where I was told that Brody’s mother was waiting for me. I had no urge to go over to where she was, but it was not something that I had been given an option in. There was a coronation to plan.

I bunched my clothes carefully with my fingertips as I moved. The gown I wore was tighter than normal today. My maid had informed me that since I would be meeting the Beta’s wife, it was important for me to look ravishingly beautiful today, and I would do well not to forget that.

So, here I was, hurting down the path, hoping I wouldn’t fall flat on my face. At the edge of the door, I noted that Brody’s mother was chatting with another woman. It had to be the fashion designer. I had not seen her before, but I held tales of her, and they weren’t good at all.

She was so condescending to people and no one in the pack was taken to her. I honestly hope that she won’t dampen my mood this morning. It would be a disaster.

"Good day,"