Celina's POV
When Dalia mentioned she would accompany me to the ball, I felt a flutter of surprise mixed with gratitude. But when she casually mentioned not having transportation, confusion clouded my thoughts. How could the sister of the Mistwood pack's Alpha lack something as basic as a car? These werewolf families possessed wealth beyond imagination, didn't they? The inconsistency nagged at me, suggesting hidden motives beneath her generous offer.
Yet when Dalia's lips curved into that gentle smile, warmth bloomed in my chest, melting away my suspicions like snow under spring sunshine.
"Of course," I heard myself saying, though questions about Harriet's arrangements swirled in my mind. Whose vehicle had been provided? Did all participants receive such luxurious treatment for personal use?
Those concerns seemed trivial now.
