Night soon came and it was finally time for the ball.
I was in my room, getting ready by buttoning my suit, while Marcellus stood behind me, already dressed up in a fine-tailored grey suit.
"Looking dashing as always, my liege," Marcellus muttered teasingly just then, causing me to roll my eyes as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Just like I said before, I didn't need to go around searching for a tailor since I already had dozens of tuxedos to choose from.
I wore a blood-red tuxedo, the color representing our pack, and had my shoulder-length black hair tied up in a fancy-looking bun.
Anyway, I turned around to glance at Marcellus before shaking my head. "Quit the flattering and tell me if you've discovered anything new about Odessa," I muttered.
It was Marcellus' turn to roll his eyes.
