That one sentence was enough to make Rebekah's face go through a dozen different emotions. Her smug look vanished instantly, replaced by an awkward, frozen embarrassment.
The meaning was loud and clear--as Niklaus's wife and the Luna of the Whitecrown Pack, Freya didn't need her own invitation. She was already part of the guest list.
Rebekah opened her mouth to argue, but she saw Edward watching them and swallowed her words.
Turning to say goodbye to Edward, she didn't forget her real goal. "Mr. Bravy, please keep an eye out for 'F.' Even though she's not part of your studio, your reputation in the art community should make it easy to find an artist that good. I'll pay any price if she's willing to work for me."
Edward looked awkwardly at Freya's cold face, gave a nervous nod
