Amelia
The soft classical music filled Alpha the dining room as I arranged the last of the cutlery on the table. My hands trembled slightly, betraying the turmoil beneath my calm exterior. Everything was perfect, the napkins were neatly folded, the dishes were arranged just right, bouquets of fragrant flowers and scented candles placed around the room.
All exactly as she had instructed. The atmosphere felt very romantic, but my heart ached with a burning intensity. I was the one who had made all these arrangements, their perfect evening. What a cruel irony! I had arranged a romantic dinner date for my own mate and another woman. I felt sorry for myself.
I stepped back, surveying my work with a hollow feeling in my chest. The dinner had been Violet’s idea, her grand gesture to win Xavie
