Sierra's POV
Pulling into the garage, the time on the clock said nearly ten thirty at night. Dinner had taken longer than expected, but I was happy with how the day had gone. Tomorrow would start the real challenge, and I hoped my nerves would stay better in check. After a long day of walking around the city, Aaron opened my door and helped me out of the car with my shoes in my hand.
"Alpha, Luna," Lawrence said, one of the people who monitored the garage and worked on the cars when needed. "Did you have a good day out?"
"We did," Aaron told him, opening the trunk to reveal all our bags. "Would you be able to take these up to the storage room on the Alpha floor?"
"Of course, I'll call a few more people to help," Lawrence said.
"Do you think we got enough stuff?" Brooklyn asked, loo
