Chapter 7

Leila’s POV

“Leila Aragon, you look perfect!” I look at my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t help but give myself a few compliments. I’m wearing a beautiful, billowing white and blue printed fit and flare dress that swishes as I walk. It comes with three-quarter sleeves and a V-neck since I want to look elegant and unique. But I want to be stunning, so I pair my outfit with a bloody shade of lipstick.

“I will prove through my actions that I am worthy of being a part of the pack... I will show that I am not just beautiful, but I have brains too!” She murmured, picking up my shoulder bag—one more glance in the mirror before I finally left my room.

“Morning, Leila, you look lovely today,” Eunice commented when we met in the hallway. She was still wearing her nightie.

“Morning, Eunice. It looks like you did not sleep well,” I commented, seeing the dark spot around her eyes.

“Bradley and I did not sleep last night,” Eunice responds and yawns.

I sto