The Alpha's Princess
Naturally, everyone turned toward the source.
Stelle.
She was rushing toward Xavier like she belonged there.
“What is she doing here?” Xyril asked with one raised brow. “I don’t remember inviting her.”
I sighed under my breath. Stelle was wearing a bright red dress, tight at the top, too short at the bottom. It clashed horribly with the green and gold theme. Anyone with eyes could tell she wanted attention. Maybe even steal the spotlight.
"Stelle, is there something wrong?" Xavier asked casually, keeping his tone neutral.