All eyes were on them.
Not on Irene who led the way—okay, maybe they'd stared at the woman at first—but now, their gazes were fixed on them. The little rogue pack escorting the famed Alpha of the East.
Lila had done justice with their outfits. Not flashy enough to be over the top, but just enough to draw attention. And most importantly, no shimmers or glimmers. At a glance, anyone would think it was crafted by skilled human hands, not with the dramatic flair of Fae magic.
Violet was the perfect rebel, stepping out in a hot pink blazer with silver spiking (thank you, Elsie, for the inspiration), layered over a white lace top. Her short skirt flared with pleated details and decorative buttons. While on her feet, she wore platform pink heels. Her signature purple hair was pulled into a slick, high ponytail that demanded attention.
