Mal POV
I spent the day avoiding Alexander and finishing up the set with the band. We practiced for a few hours until they had to get to patrol duty on the pack borders.
Ollie walks into the ballroom as the band is leaving and comes over to me. “How is the set coming for the ball?”
“Great, we decided to squeeze in one more practice tomorrow to do a full run-through,” I tell him as I zip up my guitar case. He reaches over and picks it up.
“I’ll walk you to the studio to take this back. I want to talk to you about something,” he says, putting his arm around my shoulders. We head out of the ballroom and make our way towards the far side of the palace. “Mom wanted me to ask you if you would be happy to come to their apartment for dinner?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. What’s she making?” I have alw
