Alina's POV:

Warren became very chatty when Flora was mentioned.

But I was suddenly bored. So I excused myself, saying that I was tired. Then, I asked him to leave.

The make-up artist helped me fix my makeup and left too. I sat alone on the sofa in a daze.

My breathing was the only sound in the empty room.

The sun came up gradually, and the area where the light filtered into the room became progressively wider. The dust motes in the air looked like flying moths.

I reached out to catch the dust as I did in childhood, but I was still only met with air.

Unlike in the past though, no one laughed at me for being a little fool who liked to do stupid things.

the glass had gone cold, and the servant forgot

up the glass and took a sip. The cold liquid slid into my stomach,

if it had been plunged

my nerve endings seemed to have

that I was a lonely

was my big

last birthday party. Although it wasn't as major a day as today, I had my father, Warren, a group of elders who loved

like I had everything, I knew I had lost

stream of sadness rushed from my heart to my brain, bringing with

me that the ceremony

pack members were going to attend the event, but the square was still

me seriously before now

thoughts suddenly disappeared and I felt

power and status in

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