Annabella POV
“Sam!” Nat yells when we round the corner and find the black-haired boy waiting in black slacks and a deep red button-up. My daughter flings herself into his arms but he is quick to pull her away and glance down at her choice of dress with wide eyes.
“Hot damn, babe! Way to pick an outfit that will make the boy sweat!” Samuel appraises, a knowing eyebrow raised up high. She just smirks and winks at her friend. I stand and watch them for just a moment.
They would be good together, I think.
“But you know he's not her mate,” London reminds me.
“Mmm,” I murmur back. I quietly slip away from the kids and head to the ballroom on my own to find Eli. My heels clack as I make my way through the halls in search of my husband. I swing open one of the big ballroom doors right a
