I supposed, for now, it could wait.
“The colors are a bit surprising,” Damien said. “There certainly is a lot of… pink.”
“Yes, well, those were not the initial colors I had selected,” I said. “I was in for a bit of a shock myself when I returned the banquet hall a bit ago.”
Damien gave me a critical look. “The pack wives gave you a hard time?”
“They changed a few things behind my back,” I admitted. “But I was able to get them to fix most of it. The colors, unfortunately, I can’t do much about right now.”
“Do you want me to speak with the wives?” Damien asked. “Or perhaps their husbands?”
“No,” I said. Though I knew his offer came from a place of love and protection, I couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that he did not trust me to handle this for myself. What would it take, for him
