“Are you alright, Vynessa? You keep acting lost,” Melissa holds my hand, shaking it a bit.

Clearing my throat inwardly, “Yeah. I'm great. How much time do I have left for me to start dressing up?”

“Not much time. You don’t look good, Vynessa. But I will try to cover your swallowed eyes with some light makeup. You can’t attend the event, looking this way,” she suggests.

Honestly, sometimes I wonder why Melissa acts so nice towards me. Her mission is to watch over me and make sure that I carry out every task given to me by Alpha Thane. But with how much she is invested in me, it...