“It doesn’t matter now,” she said. With that, she stood and walked away from me.
My curiosity only grew.
Amelia’s POV
Since I couldn’t leave the house but still had a banquet to plan with the Alpha King’s visit set in stone, I had to coordinate the planning from a distance. This meant relying on the pack wives to be my eyes and ears, something that I hated, especially as time went on.
I’d already sent them images of color palettes that I thought appropriate.
“I don’t think the colors on the images are the same on my phone screen as they are on yours,” said one of the wives. She sent me back a different photo. The colors in this one were not even close to the same as the one I sent. “Maybe you’d prefer something like this instead?”
“I didn’t want any green,” I told her. “Where did the
