ANDREA'S POV
I was going to have a stroke. I had never had such a strong desire to run away from a place in years. The venue was crawling with people. I hated it.
I sat in the car, watching the red carpet livestream on my phone, wincing every time another guest showed up. One of my team members was broadcasting from the venue. I could recognize Alphas and Betas from every corner of the world strolling on and off the red carpet.
“I’ve seen photographs and videos from the last five Hunting Festivals,” I said. “Only half of this crowd was in attendance. Do we even have enough seats?”
“Thankfully, someone brilliant decided to rent a full-capacity venue along with various seating arrangements representing each pack,” Zayne said, grinning. “Relax, you did a brilliant job, and they’re waiting for you out there.”
I shook my head. “They don’t even know me.”