[Flora's POV]
"Oh, Flora, the Southwind Tribe's luna. I heard that you were hospitalized a while ago. Has your body gotten better?"
"I've already fully recovered. Thank you for your concern."
"Why are you alone? Where's Alpha?"
"You're alone too. Where's Alpha?"
I smiled and threw the ball back into this luna's court and bade her goodbye after a few words of pleasantries. I casually picked a glass of orange juice from the table and then walked to a spot with a good view to watch the show.
On the entire ride, I had intentionally pushed Marshall to Beyonce's side. The moment the car stopped, I dashed off at the fastest speed. Beyonce's hems were creased after Marshall squashed on them. Out of guilt, he'd definitely wait for Beyonce to tidy out her dress before he got off together with her.
This was the moment I was waiting for.
