When I was younger, the thought of attending a ball was revolting. Yet, it was Mom's favorite event. She often countered my complaints by saying the best gift from me was accompanying her. It was hard but I managed. Making Mom happy was my favorite thing to do. At the time.
Then, again most of my time was spent watching and flirting with Scarlet. After which it became bearable, something I looked forward to as the years went by. Now, as I strolled down the hall, the question, what the hell was Scarlet thinking? kept floating around in my head.
What the fuck was she thinking?
I ventured down the hall and groaned at the sight of the vam-wolf, Matthew. Like myself, he was clothed in a tuxedo. Unlike my black wool tuxedo, his was navy blue. My eyes scanned the hall, searching for somewhere to escape the guard. Sadly, there was none.
"I was told to inform you once the subjects are ready, Sir," he announced, walking towards me.
