Ivonne's POV
"Luna?" The voice of Lora called at the door followed by a knock. "The Alpha is ready and honking downstairs."
"Well he should hold his damn horses," I yelled back in irritation, partly because of the thought of staying in the same car with Lincoln annoyed me and the fact the hair clip I was striving to put in place was not sticking. "I'll be down soon."
"You need my help?" She questioned, a tad worried at my tone I presumed.
"Not really," I answered, trying again with the black rose designed hair clip which was the same shade as the black off-the-shoulder- black dress which flowed front waist down in ruffled steps to halt at my knees.
"Finally," I exhaled as I turned my back to the mirror and peered over my shoulder to observe it was in order just the way it should.
Whirling around, I smiled at my reflection and picked up my red designer bag from the vanity table. It was the only colorful thing about my outfit hence my dress and heels were all black.
