Eleven

Genevieve's POV

"You're late," Jamie announced the minute I stepped into the dinning hall. He had a rather somber expression on his face as I approached.

The dining hall was huge. There was loud chattering among the pack. We couldn't particularly house everyone in the pack considering how huge it was. But the soldiers, the officials and everyone who worked on palace grounds ate dinner together.

Jamie had said something about the act promoting coordination among the pack. Perhaps, but that didn't leave out certain dangers.

Giving Jamie a grin, I swished towards him. Swished had to be the word to describe it because the damned dress was huge. It was a white flamboyant dress with pearls on the very tight bodice. My breasts were propped up like melons, the mounds about to spill. I suppose that's the only thing I liked about the dress. It made me look dangerous. Without the neckline, with the way the skirt flared around my hips, down to the ground, I would look like a fuckin