Irene's pov
I never thought the day would turn out this way. One moment, I had Lisa under my thumb, fetching me drinks as she should, and the next, Calla had stormed into the scene like some righteous storm and dragged her away right in front of everyone. My throat burned with disbelief. I just stood there, rooted in place, my hand still stretched out as if the glass of juice would magically appear in it. My face must have been a picture—eyes wide, lips parted, skin prickling with heat. Calla, of all people, had dared to defy me in that tone, in that sharp cutting voice that reminded me too much of a slap across the cheek.
For a heartbeat, I was sure Enzo would appear and scold her. That’s how it should be, wasn’t it? The Alpha puts the maid in her place. But no one came. The only thing
