Eighty Nine

NIKKI.

All of the gifts were ready for the go, and are carefully stuffed in a carriage. Chris had made arrangements for another carriage to convey us conveniently as we disburse all of what I intended to give away.

He had also insisted on coming, as a source of emotional support despite my turning down his demand.

"All set?" His firm tone inquires of the servants.

“Yes, Alpha.” They chorus.

“Look at you, looking all gorgeous, are you sure it's the same function we talked about last night?”

"Don't get started.” I bluff, my cheeks heating up from his praises.

I walk past him and to the door, ignoring his incessant praises. I get to the carriage and get in. The rider is ready, while we both wait for Chris, who at this point is our 'go’ button.

When he arrives, we begin the journey almost immediately. The two windows are open to enable us to stop at strategic places and offer our gifts to different households, our carriage in front and the other behind, as we take the lead.

Cries a