Third Person POV
Kobe watched Tiffany adjust her dress for the hundredth time feeling impatient. How much longer was she going to be? They were already running late to the ball as it was. He had wanted to get there early, but Tiffany had taken her sweet time preparing herself. He was close to leaving without her as she glanced again in the mirror, reapplying her lipstick and then pursing her lips in satisfaction. He gave a low growl. "Are you almost finished? It's not as though the mirror is about to cry 'You're the fairest of them all', he snarled as Tiffany looked at him incensed.
"How dare you? Here I am putting all this effort into looking pretty for your sake and so that I don't embarrass you in front of the other Alphas and Lunas and you are complaining that it's taken me time to
