This is a fucking banquet, not a party! The fuck!! And the guests seated before us are not our age mates. They aren't.
I expected to see senators' children, mayors' children, ministers', and alphas' children—not the senators themselves. Not the Alphas, but their sons.
Ruby drew closer to me. "Are we seeing the same thing?" she whispered.
I gulped. "Should we leave?" I turned to her.
"I think we may have made a mistake coming here," she murmured.
"Let's leave before they notice us," I suggested. She agreed, and we turned to go, but as we made to leave, a server rushed over.
"Misses, I'll take you to your table. May I see your invites?" He requested, stopping us.
"Our invites?" Ruby mumbled.
"There's no... no need..." I started to say, but Ruby showed him our invites.
"Okay, I'll take you to your table; this way, please," he smiled and began to lead us.