Ella's POV Outside the fitting room, Vera Ashford, the mate of the late Alfie Grayson, chose the same ceremonial gown I'd been trying on.She stood in front of the mirror and turned to Ryan with a smile. "How do I look?"Ryan Blackwood, the Alpha of the Blackthorn pack, looked her over, his praise utterly sincere. "You look beautiful."A moment later, the seamstress glanced through the gap in my fitting-room curtain and called out, "Are you coming out? That gown looks even better on you than it does on the lady outside!" I shook my head and quietly closed the curtain. "No, thank you." There was no point in having two identical gowns for the same ceremony. One was enough. After all, there could only be one Luna. As I changed out of the gown, my phone rang. It was Ryan. "Ella, have you had lunch yet?" In the background, I could hear the seamstress complimenting Vera, followed by Vera's soft laughter. The sound made my chest tighten. Before I could answer, Ryan continued,
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