Chapter 3

Roxanne's POV:

"Honey, you know wearing a beautiful dress for just one day couldn't kill you, right?" Mother asked seriously while Father drove.

"What's wrong with my skinny jeans and vest?" I asked back seriously.

"Everything. You look like a homeless, stranded omega who's picked up by an alpha on the streets to become his servant out of kindness," Kyle answered while playing with his gamepad.

I was about to fire back when Larson's laughing voice caught my attention.

I looked at him coldly, giving him a glare. When our eyes met, his laughter instantly died out.

Kyle, who was sitting between us, looked up and glanced at both of us for a quick second before going back to his gamepad.

"Dad, Roxanne wants to pick a fight with Larson," he reported as Father looked at us through his rear-view mirror.

I sighed and turned slightly to look out the window in silence.

I still couldn't understand why Larson was traveling with us.

I understood that we were all invited to Tamara's birthd