Chapter twenty-one
Galia´s POV I am ready to go to the party. Did my best to hide the tattoos with a spell and some concealer. This time it was Angel´s turn to be anxious. No rain this time, so he would have to endure the whole process of saluting each arriving guest on their way to the salon. The questioning/scared faces were hilarious. No one dared to make any questions or comments, though. Angel was charming as is his natural character, but people were just puzzled. Our colors on his outfit -and wings- made it obvious he was related to us. Tera made the most elegant shirt for him. It was all green with golden edges and buttons. On the front it had golden strings crossing. It had sleeves but he couldn´t take it so Tera had to cut them off. No cape, the wings were enough… Ragnar entered with the compan
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