Elara

I was dressed in a cream-white gown and did my hair and make-up to perfection. It is the day of our engagement party. I am nervous. 

" Hi, sweetheart. Are you ready?" My father asks. I look up to him and nod. I stand up from my vanity table as he approaches my bedroom. I smile at him, and he gives me a charming smile back. My father is so good-looking. One might think he's still thirty-five. Werewolves age slowly. 

" So handsome," I caress his stubble beard. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. 

" You're even more beautiful," he tells me. " Elara, I...