Feyre protested at the sight of jewelry but Mor was Mor and the young Omega was done up properly. She couldn’t help but wonder what the High Lord would think of her and as soon as she thought that, Feyre pushed that thought out of her mind. She shouldn’t care what he thought. Or what any Alpha thought.

Even though that thought was going through her head as she stepped into view, Feyre couldn’t help but blush at the stunned silence that was on the High Lord’s face. Trying to cover it up, Feyre rolled her eyes and let Mor lead her out the door.

“Do you go to every presentation or is this one special?” Feyre was curious even if she was nervous as they drew closer to the sound of music and fun.