Elizabeth’s POV
We walk around the banquet hall, offering pleasantries to everyone we pass. I’ve already noticed a few people moving off together; I’m hoping they are mates. So far, so good. Personally, if only one couple found each other, then the whole weekend was a success. In our little group, there were three and, by the looks of things here, a few more. “Kyle, Elizabeth” Celeste calls us over to her and Uncle Steven. It looks like they decided to make it official. They both have a fresh mate mark on their necks.
“Eww; please, I want to keep the visual images out of my head” Kyle murmurs, shaking his head.
“I see Bridget and Matthew got here OK” Uncle Steven says, nudging his head to the side. I wonder how much Alpha Tristan told him about their situation. Did he know when Matthew
