Pixie's POV.
I must have sat there for an hour before I realized how ridiculous I looked crying over the alpha.
I felt stupid but I didn't just feel it.
I looked at it and I imagined how I would look to others.
If my friends were to be here Angel would laugh at me so hard, she would come over to slap the s**t out of me.
“Pixie, you're so beautiful. Even more beautiful than the rest of us. Why would you ever think to cry over a man? Are you stupid?”
If she didn't say it that way, at least it would sound that way to me.
I sniffled, dragging the mucus back into my nostrils. I missed my friends in moments like this, sometimes, they lifted my mood.
Other times, they stole my customers and made me a beggar. A quick memory of how the same Angel stole a client from under me came to mind.
