Bianca
Do you know what’s worse than a broken heel during your entrance?
A royal trumpet blaring when your life is clearly not ready for it.
The second I stepped out of the bathroom—glowing, refreshed, a literal goddess in gold chiffon—I heard it. That cursed brass screech.
The Alpha King.
My stomach did a flip. Not the cute kind. The about to vomit your legacy all over the marble floor kind.
Why?! Why was the royal family coming here?
Oh.
Right.
Only problem was…
I launched myself into the crowd. I needed Callum. Now. This very instant.
Where was he?!
We need to do the proposal before the Alpha King showed up. Solidify our union. Make it official. Lock it in before...
Before the old man stole the spotlight.
That’s all. That’s the only reason.
Because I deserved this. I des
