Cassandra The alphas of the east were arriving, and I was nervous as hell. I changed outfits five times, did my hair up and then took it down again.“Do you think I look presentable?” I asked Connor, who was too busy on his phone to pay me any attention.“Of course, babe. You always look amazing,” he mumbled, his voice distant.“You’re not even looking,” I tsked at him.When he finally looked up, he whistled low. “Oh wow. I’m sorry, but you are not leaving this room looking like that,” he said, his voice serious, a frown furrowing his brow.“What?” The emerald-green dress was one of my favorites he gifted me, and I thought it complemented my curves nicely. It wasn't too much, but I didn't look like a prude either. I faced the mirror to find the problem when he approached, his hands warm on my shoulders. His chin rested on my head, blue eyes finding mine in the reflection.“What is wrong with what I’m wearing?” I challenged him. There was no way I would change my outfit again. My make
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