ISRA
“Hurry up!” Stacy yelled.
“I need to get to the seamstress and get my dress for the ball!” Stacy cried and stormed her feet on the ground, I was wiping the dining table clean, the mating ball was tomorrow night.
I was least prepared for it, I scrubbed the table making sure it was entirely clean.
“Mom!” Stacy’s voice rang out from the front door.
“I need to look my best and get the attention of everyone including the council, I need to give them more reasons to choose me as Kellan’s mate!” She grumbled.
“Give your mom a minute or you can go to the seamstress with Isra.” Mr Weather said as he came down from the stairs.
“No.” She snapped.
“I would rather go alone than go with her, what will people think if they see us together? And I don’t want to answer any questions ab
