Miranda
Sebastian’s house has finally cleared out, leaving nothing but a mere remembrance of the events that just transpired. Scattered confetti and cocktail napkins litter the floor. I watch as a cleaning crew enters the house. They pass me, bowing their heads, and disappear up the stairs.
A smile creeps onto my face and I look down at my feet, kicking away nearby debris from the silent auction. To the left of me, the band Sebastian hired slowly packs their instruments. To the right, Sebastian is huddled with his Beta as they discuss the night’s auction items and forms of payment.
His green eyes move to mine and I quickly turn away, acting as if he didn’t just catch me staring at him. I bite my lip and look at the floor, cheeks heated from a blush and I chuckle. The band smiles at me.
