Chapter 9: Francesca, the Magnificent

I love weddings and all the commotions they come with. Granted, I wasn’t the happiest trooper when I learnt about this particular alliance, but I think it’s safe to say I was fully on board now. I couldn’t have been happier for my mother. I was ready to give Alpha Ian a chance and put all of the mess that transpired between us in the past. Dominic already felt like someone I’ve known my whole life. I was also integrating well into the life of our merged packs.

When all that was said and done, it was my mother’s wedding day. I was running around like a manic headless chicken. It was one errand after another. I was lucky I had Patrick and Bianca to relegate some of the responsibilities that were thrust upon me. I didn’t know whether Aunt Eleanor thought I had some hidden powers that would enable me to be at a hundred places at once. She was a tough cookie, that woman, merciless to boot.

“There’s no rest for the wicked, Francesca,” she would say whenever she discovered my latest hidi