บท 162: YOU GUYS ARE LATE..

Maya walked into the ballroom, still in the arms of Derek, and caught her breath. She didn't think she have ever been in a space that made her feel so small. Well, she had. Because technically, this was the biggest hall in their main pack house, and she had been in it countless times. But the hall had never being this beautiful, this shining.

Her brother was lucky. She thought, about feeling a bit sad, but stomping the unpleasant feeling down, immediately as it reared its ugly head up. She didn't want anything dampening her mood or her make up. She was going to enjoy the party to fullest, and nobody or no one would stop her from doing so. At least she would so, for Derek, who had followed her here. She knew that he had done so, so that she wouldn't be lonely or go through what she had experienced some months back. He came for her go be comfortable and happy. And that would be how she would be feeling, no matter what; comfortable and happy.