The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

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Downstairs, where we all gather by the door and wait for the cars to come around to the front of the palace, is the best kind of chaos. I'm beaming ear-to-ear, a cheeseburger in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other, as I chat with my family, greeting everyone and exchanging compliments.

None of the compliments are false, actually, because everyone looks amazing. All the men are in tuxes, and while my dad and Rafe wear tuxedos like they were born for them, nobody outdoes Uncle Roger and Jesse for flare. Jesse's suitcoat tonight is made out of an incredibly gorgeous wine-colored velvet with black lapels. It would swallow anyone else, but Jesse's personality can handle it. "Hello, gorgeous cousin," he murmurs, pulling me close to give me a kiss on the cheek as he smirks at my cropped fur jacket. " What are you hiding under there?"

"Oh, weapons," I I say, grinning and taking a big bite of my cheeseburger. "Vials of poison, a very small sniper rifle." I put my fingers up close to my face, pinched together, indicating the rifle's approximate size.

"Not a crossbow?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, his hands slipped into his pockets.

"No, I'm kind of over those at the moment," I say with a sigh, tilting my head to the side. "Though I can't imagine why." Jesse laughs and pats me on the shoulder before moving over to the little buffet mom had set up by the door she always does this, wanting us to each have a bunch of greasy food before we go out to a party or an event so no one's drinking on an empty stomach. And, despite being practical, it's delicious.

and Rafe, pleased as hell to finally be allowed to come along to a big grown-up event like this. Ben and Daphne are raiding the buffet, I think a little shocked by it but enjoying it nonetheless. Juniper, meanwhile, is being extravagantly admired by Aunt Cora, who is stunning in an elegant navy-blue jumpsuit with wide-flared legs that almost give the impression of

to

my eyes keep moving to the door. Because there's one

letting us know that the cars are here, and my dad looks over at me with his mouth drawn

swallowing my last bite of cheeseburger, and head immediately for the door to the hall, intending to check Jackson's guest suite to see if

before I've

as it so frequently does these days when I see him, my mouth drops

this time, it's

worriedly over his jeans, his casual flannel button-down, the brown jacket draped over his arms. I mean, he looks good, but... "Why - where's your tux!? Didn't mom get you one!?" I look anxiously over my shoulder at the waiting crowd, some of whom have noticed Jackson's appearance and

and smiling down at me. "No, she did,

why aren't