“You look like a sparkly pink vampire!” He laughed, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and snapping a photo before I could protest. “I have to show this to Logan, he’s going to love it!”
Turning on my heel, I stormed down the hallway, chuckles from my pack mates echoing throughout the space.
“Where are you going?” Avery called after me gleefully. “I wanna see if you sparkle more in the sun!”
“I’m going to shower,” I growled, making a beeline for my room.
“I’ll call the detailers and the cleaner,” Hunter shouted after me. “Your shower is going to need a deep clean after this.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“I’m burning the fucking suit too!”
“Ooo, fire!” Avery declared in excitement. “I’ll get the bits for s’mores!”
Chapter 8
Clover
Impeccable hair and makeup? Check.
Killer dress that showed off every curve to perfection? Check.
New Manolos, courtesy of Meadow’s pack? Double check.
I did a quick spin in front of the mirror, making sure nothing was out of place for the record label party that night. Meadow’s pack had already signed the contracts, but tonight was to celebrate them joining New Money Records. I’d briefly thought about offering to babysit Forest and stay home, but what was the point of living in LA and having rock star friends if you didn’t get to go to stuff like this?
One of their security team would survive the night with a baby, though I wasn’t certain Meadow would. Sure, she had spent time away from Forest, but he’d been with me, which was almost like being with her. If need be, she would go home early and cuddle her baby boy, or security could bring him in, though a party wasn’t exactly infant friendly.
I slipped into the main house and up to Meadow’s nest, where Phin was holding Forest, and Meadow was fighting with her hair.
“Sit down,” I ordered. I stole the flat iron away and set about giving her some sweet, tousled curls. “There we go. Cute as a button. Now spin so I can do your makeup.”
“I already have makeup on.”
“Indulge me.”
Meadow took minimal makeup to the extreme, but it was going to be low lighting at the party, and I wanted people to know she had eyelashes. Phin took up a spot on the floor next to her, and Meadow let Forest hold her finger while I worked.
Once I was satisfied, I laid my hands on her shoulders. “No crying and messing up my work, okay? I know it’ll be the most hours you’ve been away from Forest, but he’s going to do great, and you’re going to have fun.”
Her eyes were shiny when she blinked them open.
“Nope, nope. If you’re going to cry, you tip all the way forward, so those tears fall on the floor and not your face.”
Meadow nodded with a sniffle and took her baby back from Phin. “I’m going to miss him.”
“Of course you are. My little sapling is excellent company, but you deserve to have a night out as the gorgeous omega of an amazing rock band.”
“But…”
“No buts. Your mates are getting celebrated, and I promise Forest won’t develop any debilitating attachment issues because you’ve gone to a party for a few hours.”
It took a bit more cajoling, but Meadow eventually surrendered Forest to his babysitters for the night, and then we were all on our way to the party in a swanky-ass limo. Iloveda good limo. The cars were kinda ugly, but the vibe was unparallelled.
Meadow’s pack went ahead so they could help us out of the vehicle without anyone getting an eyeful beneath our skirts. They went down the red carpet first, and I followed, embodyingsome high-end model energy. I was a nobody, but I liked the idea of the paparazzi trying to figure out who I was.
There were no paps inside, thankfully, though they did have an event photographer for people who wanted pics. While Meadow’s pack schmoozed the room, I hung back, getting myself a pretty cocktail to match my dress: turquoise with gold accents that set off the color of my hair and eyes. I thought about pink, but tonight wasn’t about me, and blue was less ostentatious in a crowd.
