Dream Mate
Persephone countered.
“That’s enough. Both of you need to stop. You’re going to upset Crista and will suffer the consequences. She already froze you into silence. Who knows what else will happen,” Zia Izzy interjected. That was a terrifying and valid point.
“They are both beautiful dresses. And both hold meaning. My mama’s, of course, is personal to my sisters and me. It represents everything I am, everything that made me who I am. It represents my past, my parents, their love that made me, and my pack.” Crista sighed, running her hand gently over her mamma’s gown.