I sat in the back seat of the car, hands clasped, fingers cold.
My gown’s hem was wrinkled from my grip. Alpha Ross had picked this dress for me. Not a single crease. The moon-patterned embroidery shimmered under the lights. I remembered how he took me to the fitting room, adjusted the waistline three times.
The AC was a little too cold. I turned my head and looked outside at the plaza. Guests were already gathering—suits, dresses, small talk, selfies. Waiting for the ceremony to begin.
“Deep breath, Thalia. You’re not here for them.”
Leona’s voice echoed in my mind.
The driver parked steadily in front of the hall. He stepped out and opened my door.
I got out. “Thanks,” I said quietly.
My heels clicked against the stone pavement. I could feel all eyes on me. The plaza fell silent fo
