Aurora's POV
I turned slowly, my heart sinking into my stomach as I faced her. Casey stood just a few feet away, her face contorted with a mixture of shock and pure, unadulterated rage. She was dressed in a gown that looked more like a wedding dress than party attire—layers of white lace and silk that practically screamed for attention.
"I asked you a question, girl," she hissed, stepping closer until she was towering over me. "Why are you at a private family event? This isn't the office or a business gathering."
I gripped my clutch so hard my knuckles turned white. "Alpha Oliver invited me, Casey. I'm here as his guest."
"His guest?" She let out a sharp, mocking laugh that drew the attention of the nearby noblewomen. "Look at you. You're wearing a custom-designed gown. I know that silk; it's from the king's private collection. How did a little wolfless stray like you manipulate him into giving you that?"
