Ella
My gown was stunning on my body, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I loved how my maidens had worked so hard to make it for me. The ivory outfit went down to my feet, covering my jeweled sandals, while a small sash ran from my shoulder across my chest down to my right hip, ending in an exuberant plaid skirt on the side.
Violet, blue and green. Our pack colors.
“You look beautiful, my princess,” Mother walked into my chambers in a regal violet and white British gown, making her look like the queen she is. On her shoulder, she had a piece of fabric with the same plaid. She was not only supporting her side of the family, but also supporting Father’s pack.
“Thank you, Mother. You look just as beautiful,” I frowned, seeing a sudden sad smile on her face. “What’s the matter?”
