Elaina's POV
Over the past few days, my life has been rather uneventful. Since Max and I became intimate, he's been distant, and I've become the center of gossip within our pack. I may have boasted to my friends about Max being my mate, and their jealousy was evident. Yet, Max hasn't made an official visit to ask for my hand, fueling all the rumors and discussions.
I had withdrawn from social activities, preferring the solace of my newfound isolation. It was a stark reminder of Isabella's absence, and I quickly realized how wretched I had become in a matter of days. The daily chores, once met with grumbling, were now carried out without complaint. My so-called friends had ceased reaching out, their calls silenced.
This particular morning, I started the day by doing the laundry. Just as I neared completion, my mother appeared and with her was a pile of old, dusty curtains which she unceremoniously deposited in my arms.
