With the help of Anne and the girls, even Paola, Gabriella moved her belongings to the Alpha’s seventh floor penthouse suite. Looking at all the boxes littering Blaez’s bedroom floor, she smiled, knowing she was no longer Third Floor Gabriella. Gabriella grabbed a box and entered the master closet. She walked over to Anne and kneeled beside her at a dresser. Anne slid a drawer open while Gabriella busied herself with the box and removed the clothes inside, handing them to Anne to deposit.
“So,” Anne eyed Gabriella warily. “It kinda feels all déjà vu, huh?” She paused, licking her lips, “That our moms are planning your Luna ceremony again?”
“Luna Jazmin has that spark in her eye. She does that when she’s planning a party.” Paola hooked a hanger on the rod, smoothing out one
