Lunar Lake
Celia made me try on everything: power suits in deep jewel tones, sleek silk dresses, even a pair of tailored pants that made me feel like I could run a whole pack meeting by myself.
When we finally made it to the lingerie section, a velvet-draped corner of a boutique with a discreet sign that just said Intimates I was ready to sink into the floor.
“Celia. This is not necessary.”
“Oh, it absolutely is.” She flipped through hangers with ruthless efficiency. Lace, satin, more lace. “The Lunas might come for your confidence, but your mate is the one you go home to at the end of the night. Trust me you’ll want to remind him exactly what he has waiting for him.”