Natasha

I was focused on tying his tie and then moving it to center, while he was focused on me. “Come with me, Natasha,” he repeated for the twentieth time. He was going to the party that his mother was hosting for Alpha Nash.

“Luna Mira has specifically asked me to let you know that you are not invited to the party.’ Rita’s words kept on bouncing around my head. I didn’t reply to him but after I arranged his tie, I smoothed his collar out.

Apollo chose to wear a pale blue shirt with navy pants. I made him wear a tie and a jacket for a complete formal look that I had seen in a magazine on a model. When Apollo wore the same clothes, he looked even more handsome than the model. He looked like someone walking out of a photo shoot. It should be illegal to look so handsome. A pale blush rose to my cheeks when I stared at him proudly. He tapped my nose. “Natasha?”

“I won't come, I told you earlier,” I said and then turned to pick up the documents he was diligently preparing for the project for