After Lisa’s departure, everyone in the ballroom stared at me. I did not lose my composure. I knew I had done what was right, even if Lisa could not see it at that moment.
Then chaos broke.
The guests departed en masse. A wave of them headed for the open bar to try and catch one last cocktail before the party was officially over. The DJ began to pack up his equipment, and even Ever After Weddings employees started to tear decorations down unbidden.
I watched as a group of guests stuffed leftovers into their pockets and purses, perhaps the least dignified thing I had ever seen the upper echelon of werewolf society do. My gaze drifted as the Beaumont clan charged toward me. I should have known that they would want to have a word with me after Bob’s and Lisa’s displays.
Before they could
