Ivonne's POV
"Luna?" The voice of Lora called at the door followed by a knock. "The Alpha is ready and honking downstairs."
"Well he should hold his damn horses," I yelled back in irritation, partly because of the thought of staying in the same car with Lincoln annoyed me and the fact the hair clip I was striving to put in place was not sticking. "I'll be down soon."
"You need my help?" She questioned, a tad worried at my tone I presumed.
"Not really," I answered, trying again with the black rose designed hair clip which was the same shade as the black off-the-shoulder- black dress which flowed front waist down in ruffled steps to halt at my knees.
"Finally," I exhaled as I turned my back to the mirror and peered over my shoulder to observe it was in order just the way it should.
