Anthony stood next to her and smiled at everyone as they came in. His phone had been put away, and he slid a tentative hand across her lower back to curl around her hip, and he murmured down the mind-link ‘Please smile a little and try to look happy. I’ll rectify things.’
She smiled at the guests as they came in, and she was complimented on the dress she was wearing. They sat down at the table designated for the Alphas and their units. Anthony smiled right at her and reached out and brushed some of her hair back. “She does look lovely. So very beautiful,” he told them all.
“Why so very dressed up?” Nicholas asked, “A bit odd for you, Mischa, normally you’d dress more like you were at dinner last night.”
“I didn’t choose it,” she answered him simply.
“I bought Mischa the dress she’s wea
