With my coffee in hand, I decide to do a bit of shopping. I step into a nearby clothing boutique that I haven’t seen before and begin flipping through the racks, pulling out various items and holding them up to myself in the mirror. “That’s a nice color,” a familiar voice says as I’m holding up
Abby “I think I just spent my life savings.” Elsie giggles as she holds up her most recent purchase: a new pair of earrings for her mother. They’re beautiful, made of translucent crystals that catch the light of the setting sun. We just spent the entire afternoon in town, and I didn’t re
Karl With the election preparations well underway, Ethan and I only need to finalize some dates before the campaign will begin. It’s a grueling process, though. Juggling my own Alpha duties and this upcoming campaign is a bit more difficult than I thought, and although I’m handling it, it do
Abby Elsie and I are sprawled out on my king-sized bed, a movie playing on the TV. But we’re barely watching. I’m trying on one of my new dresses in the mirror while Elsie is watching me, a glass of wine in her hand. For the first time in what feels like forever, I finally feel as though I can l
“That’s my plan for now,” I say softly. “But the truth is, Karl has his responsibilities here, and I have mine three hours away in the city. Neither of us can escape that. So I don’t think it’ll go anywhere, honestly.” Elsie listens intently. “I know how difficult that is,” she says. Just then,
Abby There’s still a smile on my face as I make my way back to the bedroom, where Elsie is waiting, engrossed in her phone. She looks up as I enter, a curious glint in her eyes. “Well, spill it, Abby,” she says, setting her phone aside without a moment’s hesitation. “What did Karl want?”
The last thing I do is pull on a pair of tights and some tall heeled boots, followed by a dainty necklace and some dangly earrings. I take one last look in the full-length mirror, turning this way and that as I take in my appearance. “Va va voom, if I may say so myself,” Elsie says, making curve
Abby Karl and I settle into our seats across from Ethan and Gianna, and although my heart is racing in Gianna’s presence, Karl’s knee touching mine beneath the table is enough to keep me grounded. Gianna takes in my appearance from across the table. “Interesting dress,” she says, her gaze fl