"What sort of 'party', mother?" I asked with dimmed eyes, folding my arms in front of my chest.
She rolled her eyes. "And why are you looking at me like that as if you don't know how obsessed with parties I used to be back in the day?"
Oh, probably because of the timing of this one.
Anyone with half a brain would know something was off, especially me, who's known this woman for the entirety of my twenty-seven years of existence.
"Anyway, I have the party all planned out." My mother clapped her hands excitedly. "We'll hold it right here in the mansion and it will be a masquerade and charity party. All the elites of the pack will be invited, and at the party, we'll be auctioning out some of our most expensive jewelry collections from around the world."
Jewelry collection?
