We started making a list of who we’d like to invite, and Fiona showed us some options.
“This is great. I’ll start looking at dates both before and after Feral Ratville, and then we can start figuring out honeymoons and everything else. This is going to be fantastic. We’re planning our mating party!” she squealed.
“We are!” I exclaimed. This was my pack, and yes, I’m sure Fiona would plan us a party like nobody’s ever seen.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Carlos
Several weeks later
“Is everything set?” I asked Dusty and Hale, as the limo Fiona rented pulled up to the fancy hotel where the Squire Foundation gala was held at every year.
“Bailey’s in place for the livestream. Kace and Tyrell are getting everyone hyped and excited. I’ve been tagged a number of times by people who are there and waiting,” Dusty replied.
“Mercy is also ready with the livestream. We’ve got the hoverboards,” Hale added.
“I can’t wait for you to see how nice everything looks. Saoirse and I worked really hard earlier today getting things set up,” Fiona said.
“It will be beautiful,” I assured.
Fiona had very quickly assimilated with the MASOs, making a bunch of friends and having a great time being on a committee.
I looked at my phone. There was a picture of Gwen’s face.
Gwen
Where are you?
I sent a picture of my face back.
Me
About to get out of the limo.
Gwen
Limo? I think we’re behind you.
The gala coincided with her having to come back for her kidnapping trial.
Dusty looked over at me. “Is that your PR person telling us to be on our best behavior?”
“No. It was Gwen.” Honestly, this was our best behavior. We weren't doing anything wrong. All we wanted was for our first official appearance as a pack to be memorable.
“I wish we could’ve brought Ispín,” Fiona replied, checking the app on her phone that would bring up the doggy cam.
Saoirse had insisted on that and a puppy enclosure after Ispín had gotten himself lost, ate up some shoes, and hidden from us in the couch cushions. She’d been starting to train him.
We watched as the people in the car in front of us got out. I wasn’t sure who they were, but the crowd seemed to know, as fans, media, and such gathered on both sides of the velvet-rope-lined red carpet.
It wasn’t just hockey players and their packs that came to this, but a lot of wealthy people who donated to the foundation, those in politics or high-profile positions, even some celebrities. With this also being Mr. Longfellow's retirement party, it drew in all the people that he’d done business with as the Knights’ general manager for so many decades.
“Are you going to be alright?” Dusty looked to Saoirse.
“If I can rappel off the building, I can handle this.” She gave him a smile then looked at Fiona.
“She’s got this,” Fiona assured.
