Channary had just put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up when she heard her mother calling excitedly from the bottom of the stairs.“Come on! You’re going to be late for the festival,” her mother cried impatiently.“Ma, I’m coming now… relax,” Channary said whispering the end.“I heard that!”“I love you,” Channary replied smiling. Grabbing her slides, Channary gave herself one last look before she came home a changed woman, a mate. Her ash blonde hair was thrown into a perfect messy bun, the short curls framing her face nicely. Her round face was perfectly made and her eyes, her favorite feature about herself, were the main attraction; the pale purple orbs were bright and inviting but the best part were the tiny wisps of silver littered within enhancing and highlighting more of her beauty. Channary knew she was a knock-out and soon her mate would know it too. Channary raced from her room and down the stairs, she didn’t waste any more tim
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