Chapter 37 ~ Damn

{Isla’s POV}

Somedays we are stranded in our own lives.

Like when your routines or obligations imprison you?

You think I’m talking trash, don't you?

But I’m not!

It was noontime, a few hours before everywhere would become inky dark and the Mating Ball would begin. It is also called The Night Of The Mating Moon, as one this night, a full wolf Moon graces the Reigns.

I dread that night, but here I am, dressed in a backless red Ball gown draped with the most glittering precious stones, ready to steal the show.

But there will be no stealing of shows.

Just wanted to make that clear.

I had promised Andrea I would attend the Mating Ball, else, I would be locked up in my chambers, drinking hot tea and reading stories.

Earlier today, Carlot had banged harshly on my door to tell me that my Mum requested my presence. And when I asked him why he had knocked so hard, he said "I become uncoordinated at night".

Most silly excuse ever.

But hey, it’s Carlot.

My maids, all nine of them— in