TRIXIE'S POV
"Mary!" I shouted the moment my heels hit the polished marble floor of the foyer. "I need an outfit! Something ridiculously expensive, impossibly sharp, and absolutely terrifying!"
Mary came speeding out of the kitchen, wiping her hands frantically on her white apron, her eyes wide. "Are we going to war today, Miss Trixie?"
"Worse," I said, a dark, wicked smile curling up my lips as I turned on my heel and marched straight up the grand staircase toward my massive walk-in closet. "The initial audit hearing with
Liam's pack is in two hours."
Mary gasped, her face lighting up with instant excitement as she followed right on my heels. "Oh, wonderful! Let me pick the clothes. We need to make sure those wolves know their place the second you step into that room."
She went st
