DAMIEN’S POV
I told Kendra to do all of this on her own, but she insisted on involving me in every part of the process. If she wanted company, she could have picked one of the domestic workers to do all of this with her.
Her parents wanted something loud, something that would be the talk of the packs, but it wasn't the same with me. I tried to talk to Kendra, but she was clearly on her parents' side. She wanted what they wanted.
“What do you think about the colors?” Kendra inquired. She must have assumed that I had been listening to the conversation she was having with her stylist.
Physically, I was here with her, but my mind wasn't. I ought to be in my room taking a nap because I was unable to sleep all through the night, but here I was in the living room with her and her stylist. I c
