A black luxurious car slowly settled in front of Cecilia's home. Sitting in the back of the car, Fedora adjusted her robes with a mechanical tick. She was honestly feeling rather uncomfortable right now after being dolled up like she was about to meet someone very important but she couldn't go against the servant of her sister.
'Ugh… I wanted to wear my wig.'
She hated the black hair she had and usually wore a wig when she went outside. Something beautiful or exotic that would make her unique and stand out. She wished to dye her hair in fact but the dye never lasted.
Unlike the beautiful Silver colored hair of her parents and eldest brother, or the golden hair of Natasha, the black hair was proof that she was a normal individual. That she had nothing special and that the only reason she was even high-ranked was because she was the daughter of the current Alpha.
'Huff… Let's go. Anyway, I will just have to apologize then we can leave and it will all end with that.'
