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35. The Ball
Val POV
“I don’t want to.” I groan rolling over and pulling a pillow over my head to muffle the sound of the person in my room.
“Then I guess I’ll just tell Jax and he can take someone else to the ball,” my friend replies indifferently and I can just imagine her shrugging her shoulders carelessly.
I growl and sit upright before rushing into the closet and pulling out the champagne coloured dress.
With a scowl on my face I stalk out of the closest to see Liz smirking at me a satisfied expression on her tanned face.
“That was mean, and if I wasn’t pregnant and didn’t feel extremely protective it wouldn’t have worked,” I state glaring at my mate’s sister.
“Protective or possessive?” She laughs as I let out a small growl and stride into the bathroom to get r
