Chapter Twenty
The grand hall thrummed with anticipation. Lush greenery intertwined with vibrant crimson flowers, the pack colors, cascaded down the walls, creating a vibrant tapestry. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow on the meticulously arranged tables, laden with an array of delicacies that would tempt even the most discerning palate. The murmur of excited chatter filled the air, punctuated by bursts of laughter. The king and the Brooks pack, in full force, had assembled to celebrate our union.
I stood backstage, hidden from view, a flurry of nerves fluttering in my stomach. My mother fussed with the elegant silver gown that shimmered like moonlight, her hands brushing away any non-existent wrinkles with a worried frown. Cody, ever the confidante, offered words of encouragement.
"You look stunning, Annie," he declared, a genuine smile warming his face. "He won't be able to take his eyes off you."