Sylvia once again assisted with something she wasn't supposed to.
She left Arion and Dean to deal with their rising hormones because she was a beta and therefore immune to the worst of the pheromone warfare but not immune to the visual reality of two dominant disasters trying very hard to pretend they were civilized.
They had been this close to jumping on each other in front of her.
She wasn't going to unpack that. Not tonight. Not ever.
She saw the dominant omega who had provoked Dean - Andrea, bridal white and wounded pride - leave like the diva he was, heels clicking like a threat and a retreat at the same time. The moment the doors shut behind him, Sylvia decided she'd hit her quota for rich people and dramatic nonsense for the month.
Engagement gala or not, she was a civilian.
She didn't have the moral fortitude to keep watching royals perform emotional crimes in designer clothing.
So she did what any sane woman would do in a palace full of predators and cameras:
