Aria's Pov
I settled into my seat at the grand table, trying not to fidget with the delicate lace of my dress. The other finalists looked like they'd stepped out of a fashion magazine, all perfectly coiffed hair and designer gowns.
"Davina," I thought to my inner wolf, "remind me to thank Jennie later for taking care of my appearance. I'd have looked like a complete fool otherwise."
"Will do," Davina replied dryly. "Though looking foolish might be the least of our worries right now."
My eyes drifted to Helena, the statuesque black haired woman I'd met last night. She looked utterly bored, probably because castles and formal lunches were nothing new to someone whose father probably owned private jets. When our gazes met, I could have sworn she smiled at me. I returned it with a polite one of my own.
"Careful," Davina warned. "It could be a ruse to distract you from the throne."