Tamara’s pov
“Dinner is ready, are you ready for this?” Stanley asked me and I nodded.
I don’t want to be in a room full of people, but I don’t have a choice.
I looked at myself in the mirror, the black dress I was wearing didn’t scream notice me.
I hope that I will be able to disappear during the dinner and no one will notice.
“I will be with you all the way,” Stanley said, and I nodded.
We walked out to the garden where a large dining table is, all the Alphas were sitting down.
The testosterone in this place is suffocating me, they are all glaring down on each other.
They don’t respect each other; how do I expect them to suddenly respect me?
I sat down, and more food came to the table.
I honestly don’t feel like eating and my stomach feels like it’s on fire.
Just lookin
