Hailee's POV
The door opened, and my birth mother walked in. Her long gown brushed softly against the floor as she stepped closer. She paused, studying me for a moment, her face calm but filled with unspoken questions.
"Hailee… Robert and his family are here," she said. Her voice was low and gentle.
My stomach tightened, but I kept my face blank. No smile. No excitement. No worries. Nothing.
"They're waiting in the pack hall," she added. "Your father wants us to join them soon."
I glanced at the mirror. The girl staring back at me looked like a princess—dressed in beads, expensive gold, and but inside I felt empty, like all the life had been pulled out of me.
"Alright," I said quietly. My voice was flat, without emotion.
I stood slowly, the beads on my gown making soft sounds as I moved. My eyes met hers, but I gave her nothing—no warmth, no anger, just emptiness.
"Lead the way, Mother," I whispered.
