1.
Leila P. O. V
The red dress without shoulder straps descended all the way to my knees and made my legs stand out even too. It was perfectly attached to my body and highlighted even my slightly muscular body parts, which made me feel uncomfortable.
I felt too tight and I did not really like the fact that my dress revealed so much of the body. All I wanted was to get out of this extremely unpleasant dress and to wear my usual wardrobe. Leggings and a big T-shirt.
I turned to the door, nervousness grabbed my body more and more. My mother was so persistent until I finally gave in, and accepted to hold a ball to find a husband. Only three months have passed since I turned 18 years old, and two years ago I was supposed to find my soulmate. But since this did not happen, my mother decided to take the matter into her own hands.
I still hoped he will find me and save me from this hell waiting for me when I married a person I do not like. My wolf Claire still shouts at me and tells me that I should not have accepted my mother's crazy decision, as if I had not understood it myself.
I sighed and went down the long staircase of the huge castle that represented my home. Although his inner and outer appearance seemed too formal, I was never really bored. I often spent time in nature with my best friend Dylan, the only person I trusted next to my parents.
In the living room I saw my parents who watched me with huge smiley faces. A blond woman with brown eyes and full lips was my mother Theresa, a woman with whom I was not so closely associated, but I often confided to her. Next to her, there was a much taller man of brown hair and a light blue gentle eyes in which I had never seen anything else to tenderness and care.
"Darling, you look beautiful." I heard my mother's voice.
"When do we leave?" I asked as I nervously shuffled in place. Bal was held in one of our many huge houses that were not far from here.
"Do not worry. The night is still young, and there are many guys too." She said sighing and going somewhere, probably for another drink. My mother likes to drink, and she often has a glass of wine in her hand.
Immediately after she left, my father approached me and looked me deep in the eyes. I knew very well how difficult it is for him to see his only daughter go.
"Promise you will not forget me." He said quietly tightening his big hands around my tiny body. His touch and words were gentle and I missed a little crying.
"Do not worry, Father. It's not like I'll love the man I'm going to marry."
"Do not be so negative." He stepped aside when the mother entered the room again with a glass of wine in her right hand and a coat in the left.
Just when I thought that this was all a huge mistake, my wolf Claire started shouting:
He's here! He's here!
