Savannah
I sat beside the dresser, blending my foundation in slow, rhythmic circles. The room smelled of rosewater and pressed powder, and while my hands worked automatically, my heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t want to go to this party. But I had to. It was political. Prestigious. Essential to Xavier’s rise as Regional Alpha.
I had convinced myself that Ethan must be gone by now. One quick appearance—smile, shake a few hands, and disappear before my nerves turned me into a wreck. But even as I thought that, the familiar tightness in my chest crept in.
Adelaide sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by bags and shoes scattered across the floor.
"Mommy, what about this one?" She held up a pink satin heel with a giant jeweled ball on the front.
I gave her a look. "I’m going to a political
