Blaming Mirabella
The long table that was filled with tasty dishes, dessert, and fruits disappeared after an hour of eating with the Alphas and Lunas. In my seat, I am not comfortable seeing each of their faces. Even I want to stand and go to the comfort room to pee, see my face, how messy it was, or how presentable I am. But Alpha Winston warned me not to stand and whisper that I will be in trouble if I do it alone. Thus, I remain in my seat and pretend to be cheerful with them together.
Thirty minutes passed, and dinner ended. No one remained sitting on the chair, all stood at the side of the table, near the white curtains on the side, and to the glass windows, making us see the beauty of the entire city of humans, their buildings that almost reaching the sky are stunning to see at night, even in the day. The waiters and the other staff cleaned the table and restored the designs of it messed up by other alphas.