Isla sat at her desk, a blank white sheet of paper in front of her, the pen poised in her hand. The title at the top read “My Wedding Guest List,” but the page remained mostly empty. She had written down the name of her friend Maria, but as she stared at the paper, she felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her. Who else could she invite? The thought of her wedding filled her with excitement, but her social circle was very little.
She sighed, leaning back in her chair, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. It was hard to believe that she was about to marry Liam Lockwood, the strongest Alpha in New York City, yet here she was, struggling to come up with a guest list. The thought of her family loomed large in her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy that had followed her for so long.
Just then, the door swung open, and Miranda stepped inside, her expression bright and cheerful. “Hey, Isla! How’s the guest list writing going?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with e
