บท 222: Fifiteen minutes?

During the show, Samantha sat at her place without wandering around. She took notes about what the stylists had told her to pay attention to.

Still, part of her mind was focused on the group of teens sitting a few seats away, in the front row.

Rider wasn't there, and the brats didn't know about them.

She felt stupid for her insecurity, but she couldn't help it. She felt weak, knowing him so close. And she felt embarrassed at the thought that someone might notice their entangled scents.

After the show, she waited for the first chance to disappear and avoid meeting anyone familiar. All she wanted was to take a shower and relax while waiting for her mate.