Chapter 74
Simone
It's not so bad. We're all having dinner at the massive dining table that barely gets used—small talk here, polite laughter there. Two hours later, Lenora's masterpiece was unveiled: grilled meat, fried meat, smoked meat, every kind of meat you could dream of. Baked potatoes, fried potatoes, mashed potatoes. Potato heaven. If I die tonight, bury me in starch.
Nothing to worry about. Just enjoying myself.
Unlike her brothers, I don't see the Neta princess often. The last time must've been over a year ago.
She's exactly as I remember: blonde hair, blue eyes, the same brand of impossible perfection her brothers have. Honestly, are their parents running a Barbie factory? All three of them look like they were designed, not born. It's hard to believe they're wolves—if anything, they have more of a vampire aesthetic. Not that I've ever met a vampire, and I plan to keep it that way.
"So, how's it being mated?" Allison asks, her gaze sliding toward Lenora.
