817 An Exquisite Trap

Hayley’s POV:

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Of course, I kept my thoughts well hidden, maintaining an expression of delight as I reached for the gift box with barely restrained eagerness, practically snatching it from Salazar’s hands and hurriedly lifting the

lid.

“My gosh! How exquisite!” I pitched my voice higher in artificial wonder.

For just a second, I caught a fleeting curl of disdain at the corner of Salazar’s mouth.

I knew, then. Despite his polished manners and deferential tone, he looked down on me with quiet contempt for being an “Omega.”

I finished my performance, then watched him with silent precision.

Salazar recomposed himself, a perfectly rehearsed smile sliding back into place. “It’s truly an honor that you’ve accepted it. Ms. Walton will be thrilled to see you in her chosen gown. It will mean more to her than any other gift.”

innocence. “Really? That’s wonderful! I was worried she might not like what I chose

over the fabric. “Should I wash it

Ms. Sander. Surely someone from the Sanders informed you? Evening gowns are meant to be worn once. Laundering would be …

still … adjusting.” I ducked

cuffs, then added with the imperious air of a noble addressing a servant, “While you may only be a low- ranking Omega who

can’t help but laugh at his words–internally, of

the Alpha I’d always been, I’m still a Sander by blood and a Walton by adoption. Who was he, mere butler of the Bennetts, to lecture me on

flicker of anger in my chest and

nod

beyond the gates, all pretense of wide–eyed innocence melted

gift box in my hands. I can’t help but mentally applaud myself for that impeccable little performance of well–timed

have a future in Hollywood alongside my

room, I carefully opened the

he hadn’t been lying. Inside was a full ensemble: the gown, matching

An Exquisite Frap

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was clearly prepared to save someone from a last–minute

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