Mish's POV
We aren't long back in the packhouse when I begin getting ready for dinner.
I shower slowly, making sure to get everything done, since today had been a surprise, but tonight... well, tonight I was hoping for.
It's only when I come to stand in my closet I pause.
The clothes around me on the floor all seeming inappropriate for dinner with the Alpha and his family.
I remember eating with them... many times... but that was when I was little.
Before pretenses and the question of what to wear.
Before I can overthink my phone is already dialing.
"Hey sweetie" Jessa answers, the smile in her voice not hiding at all how much she knows I hate sweetie.
"Jessa" I warn.
"Okay boring, hey Michaela… better?" she sighs.
"Sure" I groan in return, "Now come help me" I request as I beg
