I watched my father's face transform from shock to fury in mere seconds. His jaw tightened as his eyes darkened to a stormy gray. The Bennett women stood frozen like statues, their faces drained of color. Dad looked ready to rip someone's throat out—specifically, Charlotte and Beatrice's.
"Did you just mistake me for a call boy?" Dad's voice was deadly quiet, the kind of quiet that preceded a hurricane.
Charlotte's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "I—we didn't—"
"You did," Dad cut her off. "You not only insulted me but dared to mistreat Seraphina in front of me."
People were starting to stare. Whispers rippled through the crowd as wolves sensed the power radiating from my father. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. This was supposed to be my engagement party, but instead, it had turned into a humiliating spectacle.
"Daddy, please," I whispered, tugging gently on his arm. "Everyone's watching."