Mitch’s POV:
I listen to the way my polished, brown boots clap against the Palace floors. My steps falling into a rhythmical meter, as they make their way to Viola’s door. Already on my way, I noticed the floor length, shining gowns of she-wolves and the black, navy or brown suits of the men accompanying them. It’s the start of the evening and everybody has put on their finest wear.
I can feel a magical fog in the air tonight, almost as if the ball is going to be something far more than just the average annual event. I know everyone else can feel it, as my senses are on edge of the s****l tensions and arousals floating around everywhere. All the ladies have their skirts riding a bit higher, their sheer clothes showing a little more and their neck lines pulled a tad tighter. The masks d
