"Hurry up and change, Ammy. I want to line your eyes and do something with that hair."

"I don't need this much primping, Allen. I'm going to look ridiculous."

Allen passed her more of the ensemble.

"Nonsense! You're going to be the most handsome woman there, alpha, beta or omega! Every eye will turn to you as you enter, and your dance card will fill up and-"

Ammy walked around the changing screen, straightening her cuffs and pinned her with a fierce gaze. She bustled over to her and started to fuss.

"That sounds awful, Allen. I don't want all that attention...I don't even want to go but your mother...