*Kellan*
The Drogomor ballroom was decked out with the complete works. I’d been to dozens of balls in my lifetime, but I had never seen it this nice before.
They brought out the nicest linens, and there were spring flowers draped on tables and chairs. I could have sworn a couple of crystal chandeliers were added to the ceiling as well, adding more soft lighting to the space.
“Excuse me. Kellan?”
I turned to look at a young woman I recognized from our pack community. She was a kind girl, and her father owned many of the shops throughout our pack and beyond. They were quite well-to-do. Her sparkling hazel eyes were gazing up at me hopefully, causing me to wince internally.
“Good evening, Dahlia,” I said politely, dipping my head.
Dahlia looked down shyly for a moment. “Good evening,” she stuttered out. “I was hoping that you would like to dance with me.”
