Charlotte’s POV
Kieran’s face instantly shifted from confusion to annoyance.
“I didn’t authorize this,” he said, glancing at me, then at the stylist and her assistants, and then to the rack of gowns.
“The stylist said you did,” I replied.
“Well, I didn’t.”
I looked at Renata, who was wringing her hands by the rack.
“You told me Alpha Kieran sent you,” I said.
She nodded and pulled out her phone. “I was contacted by his office. I have the correspondence.”
“Show me,” Kieran said, holding out his hand.
She pulled out her phone and crossed the room, tapping on the screen a few times, then handed it to him. Kieran took it and looked at the screen for a moment. His brow furrowed.
Curious, I walked over and peered at the phone. There was an email on the screen
