HOW TO CONQUER THE KING OF THE WEREWOLVES
I was just about to take the spoon to my lips when Adeline and her clique tore the door open in a dramatic flair, causing everyone to turn from what they were doing toward them.
Conversations stopped. Heads turned. The caterers stiffened. Some gulped, all while avoiding their eyes.
For a brief second, I felt Adeline’s piercing gaze on me, but I ignored it and returned to my meal.
The caterers quickly concluded their duties and disappeared, as if they were never there.
She didn’t ask to join me.
She simply pulled out the chair and sat.
Adeline settled at my table, her two friends standing beside her. She wore a cupcake-red dress, looking like a real-life princess, her lips bold red. It was as