Adriana let her head rest against the window, exhaling softly. A faint, humorless laugh slipped out. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Just a fiancé.”
“Then call him,” the driver insisted gently. “You look like you might faint. No fiancé would want something happening to his mate.”
She gave a quiet scoff, eyes fixed on the passing lights outside. “That would be nice. Unfortunately, he’s occupied… with someone else.”
The driver frowned slightly before muttering, “That doesn’t sound very dependable.”
She let out a soft chuckle.
“Dependable?” she repeated. “I’d call it indifference.”
Every detail of their upcoming mating ceremony—the invitations sent to allied packs, the arrangement of their shared quarters, the decorations for the hall—had been handled by her alone.
When she once asked Nathanie for his thoughts, he had replied flatly, “You’re better at these things. Why ask me about every small decision? Handle it.”
Yet when everything was arranged, he had found fault in nearly all of it.
In the end, it was Olivia who adjusted the décor until he finally approved.
Thinking about it now left Adriana feeling tired beyond measure.
The cab pulled to a stop outside the Alpha manor.