Think a title for: “No, no dear.” Catherine tuts as Valerie comes out in the fifth dress that she has tried on in twenty minutes. “But it looks alright.” Valerie’s face scrunches up as she turns, looking at herself in the full-length mirror of the dress shop. The beige coloured dress that sits loose on her makes her skin look pale, her ash blonde hair dry and her green eyes pale.
“My dear, you can’t wear that. It’s a beautiful colour, but we need something that will fit your complexion.” She sighs, sipping on her glass of champagne. “I know.” Valerie sighs before going back into the dressing room where there is ten dresses hanging.
She tries on every single one and when she comes striding out in the second last dress, Catherine gasps in awe. The bright red colour has her mesmerised and the slit that shows off her leg makes Catherine stand, “Turn for me dear.” She beams.
Valerie blushes, turning and she glances at herself in the mirror, her eyes wide at the sight of herself.
“I love it.” Catherine’s fingers rest against her cheek, her eyes admiring how beautiful Valerie is.
Valerie does one last turn and looks at herself, “I do too.” She breathes out.
“Then we have our last piece, I must say, dress shopping on the day of the party is not what I expected.” She teases.
“Then we’re lucky we found this one.” Valerie beams before getting out of the dress. Catherine took Valerie to lunch to go over the arrangements she helped her with and when she was satisfied, they went home.
Winston was busy training with Rick while it drizzled when Valerie and Catherine arrived at home. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” Catherine scoffs as she gets out, opening her umbrella before she marched over to her son, “Are you two idiots? It’s raining and it’s getting cold! Get inside.” She demands, “Mother, we are training.” Winston grits out with every hit he takes at Rick. “I don’t care.” Catherine growls.
Valerie stands in the distance, watching Winston with admirable eyes as he fights without a shirt on. His skin is glowing because of the light rain mixed with the coat of sweat. His hair is completely soaked, looking black in the gloomy light because of the cloud covered sky.
Valerie has her bag with her dress in swung over her wrist as she marches toward the house and she waits in the foyer for Catherine.
“It doesn’t look like the rain will clear.” Valerie mutters as Catherine folds her umbrella and puts it in the stand, “No worries dear, the party is already being set up in the big hall.” She waves it off, “Go rest and begin to get ready at four, the party will begin at seven and the hair stylist will be in your room by five, the makeup artist at six and then this entire pack will know who the luna is.” She beams. 
Valerie had a dull feeling in her stomach, she knew that Winston was mad at her, but she also knew that she needed to do what she had to. She had a plan to bring this pack to life, to be the luna they need, a friend if that is what they want and she can’t do that if the pack doesn’t know who she was. Only a hand full of people knew that she was luna and it bothered her. 
She thought that after she married Winston she would be announced as luna, but with the tragedy that fell into place with his mate and her family, it was swept aside and she was now treated like dirt, something to use and not appreciate. Winston only saw the dirt in her, not the ways that she could help grow the pack and she wanted to fix it.
She wants to make Winston accept her, to see her as his equal and for that to happen, she needs to start working as the Luna and not cower around and hide in the bakery.
Valerie went upstairs and run herself a hot bath. She sat on the edge in a short robe, her fingers running through the water up and down as she watched the bathtub fill up. Just as she took her robe off, the bathroom door swung open, hitting the wall with a bang . She jolted around, staring wide eyed at Winston, “Winston!” she gasps as she bends down, picking up her robe and she puts it on, folding the front over her exposed body.
“Call it off Valerie, this is your last chance.” He seethes, “What are you talking about?” she frowns, “The party for fuck sakes, call it off.” He growls, stepping closer. “No, this is my party. I am the Luna and…” she’s cut off as he closes the distance between them and grabs her throat, walking her back into the bathroom counter. Her body arches forward as he leans in. “You are nothing in this pack. You are a legal paper, a mark holder that can be stripped and you mean nothing to me. Call this off and run for your pathetic little life.” He seethes .
He rips his hand off her, stepping back. She coughs before glaring at him, “ I said no.” she deadpans and his chest begins to heave. His eyes are pitch black with anger. “You will suffer for this.” He growls. Winston turns on his heel and marches out of the bathroom, slamming her bedroom door shut with a loud thud.
Valerie stood frozen on place, her robe hanging open, her throat dry as she stares at the open door with a dazed gaze. She rushed over to the bathroom door and shut it, locking it behind her before she got into the bath.
Her fingers lightly trailed her throat where he had grabbed her and every time she shut her eyes, she saw it all over again. The look of his dark orbs were engraved in her brain, haunting her memory. She felt like everything was just falling apart, slowly and then all at once. She looked at the weather everyday and it showed sun and perfect weather, but when she woke up, it was gloomy and raining outside. It was cold and now she had to have the first ever party she planned indoors.
Valerie relaxed and cleared her mind as she bathed, the warm water soothed her muscles and thoughts. After she got out, she dried herself and put on a robe before she painted her nails and toenails a beautiful red colour that matched her dress. When it came closer to five, she got dressed and chatted away with the hair stylist and makeup artist as they made her look beautiful.
Catherine came to the room just before seven, praising her on how beautiful she looked. Her hair was lightly curled in waves, her make up was natural and all she had left to do was put her shoes on.
Arriving at the hall, she gasped at the sight of the entire pack standing around, chatting and drinking. Catherine had led her to the back unseen before taking the stage.
“So as all of you know, we are having this party for your Luna!” she beams and everyone claps and whistles, the sounds echoing off the walls.
“I wanted to make a long speech, but with this weather, it’s best we cut to the chase and introduce her. So please welcome Luna Valerie.” She beams and Valerie’s cheeks heat up as she walks up to the stage, smiling brightly.
Winston stood in the front row with crossed arms, wearing a suit. His eyes widen when she walked out onto the stage, the light that shines onto her showing off her beauty. Her make up did little to change how she looked. Her eyes looked darker, but everything else was the same, but there was something in the way she smiled that lit a fire in Winston’s chest, a tight feeling making him gulp down the lump that has formed in his throat.
“Excuse me.” Winston mutters to Rick who’s standing beside him, “Where are you going?” Rick asks, looking at his best friend with concern, “I need another fucking drink.” Winston grits out as he turns and walks through the crowd of cheering people. He took once last glance at her over his shoulder before making his way to the bar.