“So, you’re just going barefoot?” He asks when we get outside.
“This dress is long enough to hide my feet, no one’s going to see.”
He raises a brow. “Won’t that hurt?”
“Hurts less than those torture devices my mother tried to get me to wear.”
“Heels are not your thing, huh?” he chuckles, a small smile on his lips.
It’s only now that I realize that he’s dressed up too. Fuck me, I didn’t know a white suit could look so good.
“Where are you going all dressed up?” I ask him.
“Same place you are,” he says, looking out toward the driveway. I follow his line of sight and quietly curse to myself. Shit, he was right about the limo. That stupid pack is here to pick me up.
“I can’t believe my mother is making me go with these guys,” I grumble. “Can’t wait to waste another few hours having a full conversation inside my head while they gab on about themselves.”
“These events are for mingling, just find someone who looks interesting and talk to them. If you can’t, just fake it. I’m sure anyone else there would be better to talk to than them.”
“Addison.” Benedict steps out of the car, calling my name. “We must go.”
“God,we must go. Okay, Henry the Eighth. I didn't know we were in the eighteen hundreds." I roll my eyes.
Damien snorts. “Henry the Eighth was from the fifteen hundreds.”
“Whatever,” I grumble. “I better go before my mom comes out here and makes a scene.”
“Wait.” Damien reaches up with both hands and starts to fix my hair. I hold my breath the whole time, very aware of the fact that he’s touching me. “There. That's better.”
“Thanks,” I whisper, heart pounding a mile a minute.
“Go.” He nods his head toward the car. “If you really need to get out of there, find me.”
I bite my lower lip as my stomach swoops. His eyes drop, locked on the spot.
“Addison!” Benedict calls again.
“I’m coming!” I shout back. “Stupid fucking Alphas.” Lifting my dress, I storm down the steps. When I hit the pebbles, I curse under my breath as they dig into my feet.
“Are you alright?” He asks.
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble, getting in the car. I huff and puff my way into the back of the limo until I’m in and seated.
Benedict gets in next, sitting next to his brothers and across from me.
Three Alphas stare at me as the limo starts to drive away.
“What?”
“You’re not wearing any shoes.” Clifford looks at my feet.
“Nope.”
“Why?” Elton asks.
“Because I didn’t want to.” I blink.
“But why?” Benedict asks.
