The next morning, Alana woke up to the smell of coffee and the soft clinking of dishes from downstairs. Kayden was already gone….probably handling pack business….but in his place stood a girl at her door. Alan rubbed her eyes thinking she was still dreaming but no she wasn’t there was definitely a girl standing by the doorway watching her. She looked to be in her early twenties, her dark brown curls pinned up in a neat bun that still managed to look wild and effortless. Her skin was a smooth caramel tone, eyes bright amber, and she had this aura of sunshine wrapped in sass. Dressed in a simple but elegant black uniform, she stood with perfect posture and a clipboard in hand. “Morning my Luna!” she chirped like they’d known each other forever. “Name’s Melany. I’m your maid. Well…technically your assistant, stylist, therapist, caffeine supplier, and bridal support unit. Depending on the hour.” Alana blinked. “Uh. Hi?” Melany grinned, walking in without waiting for permission
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