Camilla's POV continues
My feet are quick to move to that table, eager for the escape of the hundreds of eyes I feel upon me. Despite my eagerness to reach my pack members, I walk gracefully, appearing so calm, collected and refined. Nothing close to the cyclone going on in my mind.
My hand pulls the seat next to Kingston, and I can't seem to sit down fast enough. Mirabelle's attention shifts from her phone to me, placing it on the table. “All good?” she asks, her expression concerned.
I nod, making her smile back at me. “I ordered you a glass of sparkling wine,” she tells me.
“Best Beta ever,” I smile, my gaze veering across the room. My smile fading when I catch a glimpse of an empty table, but it's not why I'm affected, it's the table next to it, it is filled with familiar faces.
Ryan, Arielle, Alexander and Vanessa are sitting across the room. The table next to them is intended for the Golden Hunters, but it is empty, no one is present from their pack.
Arielle like always has outdone herself with a look that looks like it took hours to perfect but I know it took her less than three hours because she has a baby to tend to and several pack members that act like children, needing her attention every second.
Next to Arielle is Vanessa, Beta's lovely wife who looks equally as stunning with her mask on her forehead. From afar, it looks like they're just having a nice chat but I know them well enough to note they're having a great chat, shittalking the women they don't like and their crappy outfits.
“This is what I dread most, but don't worry the after party will be great.” Kingston whispers in my ear, slightly startling me.
“You can enjoy it, ” I retort, relaxing in my chair. “I will be going home, I have things to do.”
“The auction hasn't even started yet,” he argues, his face crinkling underneath the mask.
“I mean afterwards you idiot,” I counter, setting my phone on the table. This looks like the start of a highly heated argument, one that needs my full attention and will get it because I will ruin Kingston's mood for the night, to the point where none of the women eyefucking him get to actually fuck him.
“Look who's talking,” he snorts. “I will be tempted to buy things just wait, you'll even buy space on the moon.” he grins.
I snarl, bumped he wasted a potential argument with his early nice retort to me but I want to argue, I'm in the mood to argue and believe me, by all means I will find a way to establish a silent upheaval between us.
“I already have a moon, the best one there is.” I tell him, my gaze shifting to Mirabelle momentarily. She doesn't bother peeking at me, she and Emily are analyzing something on Emily's tablet critically. I thought Emily wasn't going to come but here she is, working with Mirabelle.
“So, when people ask about Karla's mom, am I allowed to describe you in raw, truthful words or must I sugarcoat everything and tell them you're a sweetheart, just like my daughter?”
Leaning my arms on the table, I smile. “Only if I can tell them I'm unsure of how a duck in a rundown suit generated the perfect swan KK is.”
“I- '' Kingston begins, halting to look at himself through the mirror of an empty tray in a waiter's hand as he walks away.
My lips stretch into a grin, declining in my seat as I relish in the second of doubt Kingston just had about his looks. Sometimes, it's almost too easy to get in his head.
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