The Welbys' home was buzzing with sounds of chattering, laughs, the sounds from the kitchen and giggles.
Everyone was having a great time, especially Eloise. She had never been to such dinners. The only similar gatherings she had attended were festivities and parties at the elites.
She always found those occasions artificial and superficial. She never really enjoyed those, and the only reason she attended them was to flaunt her dresses and jewellery, and of course get jealous of others, demeaning them.
But here, it all felt so natural, so welcoming. She felt like she was visiting some relatives of hers and not someone who was in the service of the O'Dell family.
She noticed how Edwin was comfortable and at ease with his conversation. As his cousin, she knew the extravagant life he had always lived as the only heir of the title of the werewolf leader.
