#Chapter 34: The Luncheon

Elara The moment Alaric dropped the news about the Donovan luncheon, I knew I was in for a long day. Grace gave me a triumphant smirk before she turned and strode off, leaving us standing in the hallway. I sighed heavily and pulled the robe tighter around me as I turned back toward Alaric. “A luncheon, really? Today?” I whispered. He gave a half-shrug. “She didn’t exactly consult me before inviting the entire family,” he said, giving his mother’s fading form a pointed glare. “But it seems we don’t have much of a choice now.” “You’re the Alpha of the Donovan family,” I retorted. “You can cancel if you want.” Alaric sighed. “It’s not that simple.” “Fine,” I muttered, turning away. “But I’m dressing myself this time.” Back in the bedroom, Annie helped me pick out a soft lavender dress that fell just above my ankles. It was simple but elegant, with lace trim along the neckline and long sleeves. I paired it with low heels. My hair, freshly washed, w