***Samuel's P.O.V.***
Callie manages to sleep for about an hour, but a bit of turbulence wakes her up. The moment she wakes, Callie begins panicking again about what she should wear. I threw out a couple ideas, but Callie rejects them all, saying that's what the Lunas would wear, not the Alphas.
Thankfully, Callie gives up asking my opinion and turns to the stewardess instead. I wish there is a way I can help, but unfortunately, she's the first female Alpha to attend the Summit. Finally, Callie chooses something once I tell her what I'll be wearing, which is just a regular suit.
"What's really going on in that head of yours?" I ask, realizing clothes are not what's concerning Callie.
"I have all this nervous energy that I don't know what to do with it?" Callie answers, slouching her s
