For the next three days, Estella found herself with absolutely nothing to do. At first, she welcomed the respite, thinking she could use the free time to relax, but as the hours stretched endlessly, boredom crept in. She wandered aimlessly around the packhouse, finding little to occupy her mind. Even reading didn't seem appealing anymore. She longed for training, for something—anything—to keep her engaged, but she knew she had to respect the traditions of the Northern Pack. Until her wedding, she was expected to rest, to focus on being the most beautiful bride. It was suffocating.
Sheila, ever observant, noticed Estella's restless energy. With an amused smile, she decided to entertain her soon-to-be daughter-in-law in a way only a mother could. One afternoon, as Estella sat on the couch, absently flipping through her phone, Sheila entered the room carrying a thick leather-bound album. She placed it beside Estella with a mischievous glint in her eye.
