CHAPTER 64

(Yvonne’s POV)

Connor told my dad that we're postponing when we'll be leaving. Dad didn't really understand, but he also didn't argue. It just means I'll be around longer.

Thanksgiving is today, and I have no idea how I'm going to sit through this dinner. Everyone is staring at me, worrying about me. The entire pack eats together on Thanksgiving. Why did I have to be born to an American pack? Why couldn't I just have lived in England? Then I wouldn't have to deal with Thanksgiving.

"Yvonne?" I hear Connor from inside my bedroom and open my bathroom door for him to come in.

He walks to the doorway and leans against the frame. "Are you almost ready?" He looks amazing in his button up vest and khaki pants. The crisp white shirt rolled up to his elbows just makes him even yummier.

"Yeah, just answer me this." He nods, looking at me intently. "Does my hair look better like this, or down?" I tried to put my hair into an elegant bun, but I don't think I quite succeeded.

Connor walks up behin