#Chapter 23: The Alpha Pups

Moana

As I was drying off my hands on the plush hand towel, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was Kelly.

“Oh… You scared me,” I said, taking a step backwards. “Do you need something?”

“Why haven’t you been doing your job?” she asked abruptly, her voice somewhat shrill. She seemed incredibly irritated, and her face was a bit red from alcohol.

“Um… Excuse me?” I asked.

Kelly laughed and rolled her eyes abrasively, folding her thin arms across her small chest. I was never much of the type to judge other women negatively for their bodies, but it was apparent that she was wearing a pushup bra through her almost-sheer dress, and it wasn’t working. In fact, now that I thought of it, I had hardly seen her eat anything at the luncheon the other day or at the banquet just now. It made me wonder if it was a regular thing for her to refuse food, which made me sorry for her.

“You’re the nanny,” she said, stepping toward me and poking her index finger into the center of my sternum. “You’re b