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.

grin to see Markie standing with my dad 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,

thrilled to

moving to the door. Because there's

my dad looks over at me with his mouth drawn into a thin line, a little worried. Because it's time

and head immediately for the door to the hall, intending to check Jackson's guest suite to see

there's no need, because before I've even taken three steps, Jackson

these days when

it's

un and looking 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

my shoulder and smiling down at me. "No,

aren't you