Layla POV
I was still seething over their behaviour as I sighed heavily and checked the clock for what felt like the millionth time. If I was honest, I really didn't want to go to the Moonspire City Foundation Gala at all.
I would much rather stay here and finish my presentation at the studio, grab something greasy on the way home, and spend the rest of the night in the villa pretending the world didn't exist. Preferably with no alphas breathing down my neck.
But the contract I had signed as part of the collaborations I had accepted meant that I was required to show up, smile at certain sponsors, look grateful for the opportunity to bask in their glory, and avoid accidentally offending any elder with a fragile ego.
So despite my better judgement, I collected the outfit that I
