Nora Connolly

Nine

Nora Connolly

“He didn’t give us any guidelines,” said Nora, “do you think this is too fancy?”

She glanced at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t every day that she went to fancy events. Although she didn’t know if dinner with werewolves could exactly be called a fancy event. Except everyone knew that the residents of The Stellarum were rich and glamorous. The Eliot’s were the kind of people that went to places with red carpets and where would give away a couple grand for fun. Winter smiled at her. “You look great.”

Nora glanced down at the dress that she was wearing. It was sapphire blue, with a full, tulle skirt, and rhinestones sewn into it so that it looked like the night sky. The dress was strapless, and more revealing than she was used to wearing. “It looks like it’s too much.”

Winter shook her head. “You look fine,” she said.

“Are you sure that you won’t come down with me?” Nora asked. “I didn’t even want a mate to begin with and now I’m stuck with one. And you were always s