Bree's face turned white. She gaped at her as she watched her walking to the greens with her bodyguard on the heels. She had to get her out of this place as soon as possible. Gritting her teeth, Bree trotted towards the kitchen. The tournament was supposed to begin from 7:30AM onwards. They still had to lay tables and set up the cake and ribbons apart from all the refreshments. With one last look and a mental note to call Lily Wyatt, Bree left.
The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince
Fantasy · MishaK
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