Chapter 29

Arya's Pov

I dressed all up, with my face panned. I did some extra work. I didn't know why, but I just did it.

I looked at my face one last time, smiling down at the reflection that gazed down on me. My heir was carefully strenched down, each strand smooth and slick. I have done so much extra work for tonight.

My eyebrows were carefully arced the same way as my eyeshadows, giving it a smokey look. My lips were draped in red lipstick. My eyebrows were carefully arced the same way as my eyeshadows, giving them a smokey look. I still wonder why I love red. The last time I waxed up to this extent was doing the pack anniversaries, but I didn't put in much extra work than I did before.

The butterfly in my tummy keeps flapping its wings down my belly. Why do I really feel this way? I never felt this way before. It seems like it's just for dinner. What if it was just a walk? What if it was just an introduction to some wolf ranks? Many what-ifs ran through my head.

"Don't spoil the fun, Arya.