Amelia
As I stood surrounded by more beautiful clothes than I had seen in my entire life, I couldn't help but wonder if I was dreaming. Why would Alpha Xavier, known for his coldness and strictness, buy me a dress, especially after my costly mistake?
“I can't wear this,” I protested weakly.
“Try it on,” he insisted, his usual gruffness returning.
Steve arrived halfway through this strange experience, approaching Xavier with a discreet, “It's all cleared up.” He too seemed bewildered by the situation, watching us with poorly concealed curiosity as if trying to piece together a puzzle.
Xavier nodded. “I have a meeting with Mr. Reynolds. Handle the preliminary discussions; I'll join shortly.”
Steve nodded and left immediately. I remained rooted to the spot.
“Go!” he commanded sharply
