Insulting Matilda

VALENCIA'S POV

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. 

All the gowns placed on the hanger rail in my room were so beautiful and majestic as if they were prepared for some kind of princess or Queen. 

There was no way I would wear something like this and take away the limelight from Dylan, whose birthday party it was. 

With a sigh, I exited my room and walked to Dylan's office. 

Spotting Mason and Jonathan walking inside the council chambers while discussing the arrangements and how some of the alphas were on their way and would arrive in a couple of minutes, I sighed, remembering how Aarav told me Mason was his father. 

"Valencia, sweetheart, have you chosen your dress? Dylan specially picked them up. He would like it if you wear one of them," Uncle Jonathan said.

I looked between the two men awkwardly, unsure if I should be telling them my thoughts or if I should go and relay my inconvenience to Dylan directly.