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“Don't worry, I'll look after your precious car,” Lance assured him, rolling his eyes. “Call Dash and let him know I'm bringing him in.”
Darius nodded and was already removing his cell phone from his pocket as Lance marched the naked lion shifter down the lawn and around the corner to where Darius had parked his purple Cadillac earlier that evening.
For the life of him, Lance would never understand the car choice, but then again, he didn't relate to many of the young wolves these days. They were all far too self-absorbed and materialistic. It was perhaps the only thing in common they had with their human counterparts.
Stan scoffed when he saw the vehicle, and Lance used it as an excuse to give him a good shove as he opened the passenger side door. “Get the fuck in before I decide to do something you'll regret.”
Epilogue - Kayla
Choosing a wedding dress was perhaps one of the most important choices any woman could make, even for she-wolves, and the people around that woman when she did so were just as important as the dress itself.
Kayla had very few real close women friends, and so she had only chosen three to invite to the wedding dress shop that day. Her cousin, Katrina, and her friend, Melinda, both sat on the couch as she tried on dresses. The third was nowhere to be seen.
And Sarah's absence was like a hole in Kayla's heart. Whenever she had imagined this day, she had always imagined Sarah being right there with her, practically clawing the faces off anyone who didn't agree with her choices for her best friend's dress.
But Kayla had seen very little of Sarah since the day she found out the truth. They hadn't shared a phone call since that day, and she had only seen glimpses of Sarah at pack occasions. Though Lance assured her he had been keeping tabs on her, it didn't make Kayla feel any better about the situation.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Delilah Silverdale asked as she helped Kayla out of yet another dress. For the life of her, Kayla couldn't imagine how the sister of the pack's alpha had come to be working in a wedding boutique, but it seemed to suit her. Kayla didn't think she had ever seen such a smile on anyone's face whilst they were at work.
The raven-haired beauty looked at Kayla in the mirror as she unzipped the dress, which was a definite no-no with all its glitter and frills.
“I…umm…” Kayla stammered, unsure what to say. She was all choked up with tears in her eyes.
Delilah paused and laid a hand on Kayla's shoulder. “It's alright. All brides get a bit teary when they are looking for the perfect dress.”
Blushing, Kayla wiped the tears quickly from her eyes and said, “It's not that. It's just that I…I was kind of hoping someone else might be here to help me choose my dress today.”
Delilah offered a sympathetic look in the mirror. “Your mom?”
Kayla's eyes widened, her heart racing as she realized that thought hadn't even crossed her mind. There was only one person she had truly, truly wanted with her today, and that was Sarah.
“No, umm…” Kayla cleared her throat. “She died a long time ago.”
“Oh, I'm sorry,” Delilah said, looking a little embarrassed. “The pack is so big, it's hard to keep track of everyone these days.”
Kayla nodded. She wasn't wrong. Every day the pack seemed to grow, making it more and more difficult for everyone to know each other, let alone everyone's business.
“Well, whoever it is, I'm sure it's their loss,” Delilah said, and smiling warmly, she added, “Would you like to try the mermaid tail next, or something else?”
“Actually, I was really hoping for something a little simpler?” Kayla suggested, her cheeks blushing harder. All of the dresses Delilah had picked so far were large and flamboyant and most definitely not Kayla.
“I think I have just the thing,” Delilah promised her. “I've unzipped you. Feel free to slip out of that and I'll be right back.”
And she was, bringing with her the sheerest, most elegantly simple dress Kayla had ever seen. Even before she put it on, she suspected it was perfect.
“Come on! What is taking so long in there?” Katrina, ever the impatient one, yelled from the boutique floor where she and Melinda were likely drinking all of the champagne. Free alcohol and werewolf tolerance certainly didn't mix well. Luckily for them, Delilah was one of them, and she didn't seem to mind that they were drinking her out of house and home.
“What do you think?” Delilah asked the moment she had zipped Kayla into the gown.
Tears pricked her eyes all over again. This time for a very different reason.
“I…I think it might be perfect.”
“Come on! Let us see!” Melinda demanded, sounding almost as impatient as Katrina.
With a deep sigh, Kayla slipped from behind the curtain and gave her friends a twirl.
The sheer fabric of the gown with its low, square neckline, off-the-shoulder design, and gentle flare of material toward the bottom of her thigh was so beautiful that Kayla felt like some kind of goddess.
