I walk into the seamstress's shop and am greeted by Candice. Her mom owns the place and we went to school together. While we weren’t close, she was always nice.
“Hello, ma’am. How can I help you?” she asks me and I stop, confused by her words.
“Candice, it’s just me,” I tell her, confused as to why she would act like this.
She looks at me and tilts her head slightly. “I’m sorry, but have we met?”
I step forward, about to tell her that it’s not funny, when I catch my reflection in a mirror. I had forgotten that I look like this now. “Oh, umm. It’s just me, Molly,” I tell her with a small shrug, crossing my arms protectively around myself. “I uhh… I have my wolf now. It changed my looks a bit.”
I can see recognition on her face as she realizes and she jumps up excitedly, cro
