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31| Dinner Of Doom.

Two hours to the dinner of doom, and Sandra knocks on my door. I don't need to open the door to know that she's the one.

Anyone other than her would just barge into my room like they owned the place. She's the only one who knocks lightly, then waits for my permission to come in.

I grant her permission, and she enters the room. She's holding something—a dress. A scowl makes its way over her face as she walks over to me with a small smile playing on her lips.

"The Alpha wanted you to wear this." She lays the dress on my bed, and I grunt.

I scooted over to the end of the bed, where I placed the dress—it's a transparent casing. I can tell that the color is black—Harry's new favorite color, that is.

I've never seen him wear anything other than black since I started staying here. I wonder when he adopted that habit. It was probably around the same time he adopted the hobby of killing people for next to no reason.

I slide down the zip to reveal the dress. It's a modern gown with shimmering
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