"I'll go check the decorations," Jacqueline said, but Charlotte reached for her hand.
"Please… don't overdo it," she said softly, her gaze flickering to Jacqueline's stomach.
Jacqueline gave her a reassuring smile before leaving the room.
Alone now, Charlotte turned toward the mirror.
She looked beautiful.
But beneath it all, she was nervous.
Who would her mate be?
Would he accept her for everything she was?
A hybrid.
A small part of her hoped… that it might be Alexandre. He knew her. Understood her. He was kind… and
The door opened.
Her face lit up instinctively, thinking it was her mother but the smile faded the moment she saw who stepped inside.
Alexandre.
And then
He closed the door.
Her heartbeat spiked.
"W-why are you closing the door?" she stammered.
He didn't answer immediately. His gaze locked onto hers, something intense—unsettling burning within it as he began to walk toward her.
He stopped just inches away.
She stepped back.
