Chapter 56:

"Are you sure burgundy and gold is a good mix?" Alma asks, holding up the fabric swatches against the light streaming through the grand windows of the sitting room. 

Her eyebrows are furrowed, her lips pursed as if the very fate of the ceremony depends on this decision.

Cass groans, dramatically dropping her head against the couch. "Mother, yes. We have been through this. Yes. It's bold, it's regal, it's timeless—exactly what I want."

Alma hums, unconvinced. "Gold is a warm tone, and burgundy is deep. If not balanced correctly, it could feel too… overbearing."

Cass lets out an exasperated sigh. "Mother, I swear on the Moon Goddess, if I hear the word balanced one more time, I will lose my mind."

I bite back a laugh as Alma glares at her daughter. "Don't take that tone with me, puppy. I planned my own mating ceremony with grace and class—I would like to see my daughter do the same."