Audrey
I stepped out of the art supply store, clutching my new bundle of fabric and sewing notions to my chest. The soft, white cotton would be perfect for the outfit I was planning to make for Claudia’s brunch—a smart pleated skirt and matching top, perfect for ‘playing outdoor games’, as Claudia had said.
The new materials had used up most of what was left of my spending money for the month, but I wanted to make a good impression—especially since I would be the only human amongst high society werewolves.
I couldn’t help but grin at the thought. Me, a human, invited personally to Claudia Klein’s home.
It was likely that the other guests would never expect someone like me to be there. Perhaps someday, when I finally made it in the fashion world, this would be one of those
