The Alpha's Favour

XXXV

"Where is it you said you were again, dear?" Nana Francesca asked Joshua who was currently seated on my right.

We were in her SUV which was being driven by one of her private guards who wasn't very chatty and believe me, Mikey - who was seated in the passenger seat - had tried. All he had succeeded in doing really was earning a death look when he tried to change the radio station.

"Oh - I was er... helping Bea with her car." Joshua replied. He was sitting behind Mikey's seat, on my right.

"That's all?" Nana Francessca asked from my other end.

"Yeah." Joshua spoke.

Michael coughed.

Joshua kicked his seat a little too roughly.

"No matter. Whatever you were doing with that young lady, I just hope you kept it in your shorts. It would be terrible to get intimate with her before you met your mate. I mean look at your bro -"

"Nana!" Michael snapped.

I suddenly noticed that their eyes were on me.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked.

To be honest, I hadn't really been paying attention to what they were saying.

I was feeling sick.

Like seriously ill. My stomach was churning and my palms were sweaty and I was scared and at the same time I wanted to cry.

This wouldn't have happened if I had just told Tristan earlier. None of this would have happened.

Now someone had incriminating evidence about me. And who knows what they would do with it.

Someone had stolen it.

Michael looked somewhat relieved at my obliviousness.

"We were just talking about - um... taxes."

Joshua shook his head. I turned to Nana Francesca who just rolled her eyes.

Okay...

She turned to look at me. "You've been awfully quiet, dear, is everything okay? I do hope Michael here didn't give you a concussion." She reached over to touch my forehead.

"Nana." Michael grumbled.

Nana Francesca gave him an accusatory glance before looking back at me.
"Anyway, this is where I leave you."

I looked out the window and found that we were already at the manor.

Michael and Joshua had already started disembarking.

"Dear." Nana Francesca placed her hands on mine. "I know what's going on."

She did? How did she find out?

"You're worried about tomorrow." She spoke.

Yeah... let's go with that.

"Don't worry, everything has already been taken care of, all you have to do is show up." She reassured me.

"Thanks." I told her, knowing I wouldn't actually have to do anything was actually reassuring.

"No problem, dear, and I do hope you like the dress, it's Zac Posen." She winked.

"Dress?" I asked in confusion.

"Oh after you stood me up yesterday, I took the liberty of picking one out myself. The girl helped." She added the last part with a roll of her eyes.