HAILEY
The gala continues after that.
Or at least, I think it does.
Because honestly, everything after the Cross family got escorted out feels slightly surreal like I stepped into someone else’s life halfway through the night and everyone except me already knew the script.
People approach one after another after Uncle Caius formally concludes the announcement.
Some introduce themselves properly even though I already know exactly who they are.
Some congratulate me.
Some stare a little too hard.
And some very obviously try to recover from the fact that they witnessed the future Alpha Queen publicly destroy a company and a pack without even standing up from her chair.
It’s honestly a little funny.
“Your Highness.”
“Congratulations.”
“It’s an honor finally meeting you properly.”
