Around eight in the morning, we went to the dining room. One of the breakfast services was still going and people milled around a little. As we made our way to a table, a woman approached us.
She had brown hair that was almost black and tied back in a braid. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown. She smiled broadly at us. Her face was angular and reminded me of Maeve’s face. I was betting there was some fae in her family.
“Hi! I’m Francesca Bruinwald, but you can call me Frankie. I’m your assistant from seven in the morning until four in the afternoon. That’s when Devon will take over. He said he didn’t tell you that because you all got in some weird discussion about guest rooms and stuff. Anyway, I’ll take you to the Alpha’s dining room. Part of making sure no one tries to influence yo
