Ethan looked around the beautifully set up ballroom. The tables were delicately decorated and the lighting fit the mood- candles were placed appropriately to give the room a pleasant glow. Families were seated around the tables, and Ethan lowered himself into his assigned chair. There were place cards with names to let them know where to go. The chattering fell quiet as a wealthy-looking man stood up and stepped onto what looked like a platform and he began to speak. His loud voice carried through the room. Ethan swallowed nervously, thinking of the words his father said to him before.
Son. You will find your mate. You will have your time. Maybe tonight will be your night.
The crowd listened as the man spoke, discussing his daughter’s birthday and how grateful he was. Ethan felt himself becoming nervous but he continued to swallow it and appear confident. He was sitting with proper posture, anticipating the rest of the speech. He felt as though