Chapter 91

Claire's POV

I quickly walk over to my house and step into chaos. My mothers running around trying to tighten my father's tie why brushing her hair and Beverly is running up the stairs and into the bathroom, half her hair curled

"go get ready now, your dress is already laid out" my Mother instructs putting in a pair of dangly earrings.

I nod and look over her, she's wearing a dark grey dress coming down to her knees. A belt accentuates her small waist and matching heels have a small dark blue bow on the toe. Her blonde hair is curled and half of it is pulled back letting the rest fall down her shoulders. Light makeup is painted into perfection on her face.

"You look nice" I compliment but she waves me of and tells me to hurry...I see she's back to normal now.

I make my way upstairs, confused on why I need to look nice, it's not like he'll look at Tara made that clear. I'm sure his type is more like Beverly, the rest of the wolves love her and I have no doubt my parents will stop at no