Ainsley’s POV“You can’t wear THAT.” Charlotte folds her arms over herself. “What if this is the first time you meet your mate?”“I told you earlier, I don’t have a mate. Shorts and a tank top should be fine. Would you rather I wear trainers instead of flip-flops?” I grab my mascara and open it with a little popping sound. “I’m putting on mascara in case anyone actually gives a shit, but no one is going to be looking at me or Paragon. They want to see Zion and be the first to clap for him.”“Let me at least braid your hair,” Kayla offers.“Where’s your makeup bag? You’re not leaving this room without blush and lip gloss.” Charlotte shakes her fingers through her new wolf cut. “Not over my dead body, anyway.”“Wow. This is a side of you I’ve never seen, Charlotte.” I chuckle. “Yellow bag on the vanity. Kayla, if braiding my hair will make you feel better, then fine. You can braid my hair.”“Thank you.” She sits me in a chair and stands behind me, brushing out my hair. “Are you nervous
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