(Author's POV)
"That's good to hear, Myra. Now you won't be having any problem trying on the dresses" Sara pronounced at the breakfast table.
"About that Sara, Noah. I appreciate the kind gesture and thought behind it but I can't accept it" Myra looked at both of them and firmly stated her stance.
"But-" Nora was about to say something when she was interrupted by that rude junk piece of a person. "Just take it when it's given to you, don't pretend otherwise" the last two words were not audible to Myra, but others could hear it, thanks to their werewolf senses.
"Alaric, is this how we have taught you, being rude to our guest" Noah roared thumping his hand on the table.
Alaric growled slightly and then shrugged, "Did I say something wrong, father?"
