Chapter Twenty-Nine. Tim White.
Hannah’s Point of View.
As I walk into the great hall, I see the banners and decorations surrounding the place. I must admit, Caroline, Drake and the rest of the helpers have done a fantastic job, once again. Rather than long banqueting tables, which will be the set up for tomorrow night, the hall is filled with round high-top tables, with large stools. Four tables sit along one side, filled with different cocktails, all clearly labelled. From Virgin cocktails to human alcoholic ones, and at the end, some marked as Werewolf Proof drinks. I smooth down my dress, hoping that Becca had put lipstick stay over the top of the bright red, else that is going to be smudged all over my face, after that toe-curling kiss my mate gave me. However, I know my cousin, a
