#CHAPTERS 178: Recital

Sarah POV It was something of a joke in the human community that when human children are around Grace and Chloe’s age, a parent will go see them play the part of a tree in the school play. I knew it was biased, but I found it somewhat ridiculous that werewolf alpha pups the girls’ age were expected to demonstrate some particularly impressive skill. I had done my best with both of them, praising them but reminding them their entire future did not actually rest on the next few weeks with Grace’s recital and Chloe’s wood carving, which I had found out was not only for the poppy garden but also her first-level final project. Of course, we had gone shopping for Grace’s recital dress, which was leaf green with a slightly poufy skirt. She spent her nerves on standing there, rocking back and forth to make her skirt “ring” like a bell. I’d try to buy a dress for Chloe as well, but she said the night was about her sister and didn’t need one. She wore a simple blue shift that looked ador