Cleo POV:
I got to hand it to Val. He did well. He stayed put for 4 hours, didn’t complain about the wait. Of course, he made sure I ate every hour. Surprisingly, he paid for everyone’s hair service and tipped each stylist $1,000. We leave that salon; I can feel his nervousness through our bond.
“Val, what’s wrong”, Cleo asked.
“Nothing, it’s just…. baby, please don’t freak out, okay”, he says worriedly.
“Why would I freak out?”, I asked.
“Because my parents are waiting for us back at the pack lands”, he said, and I am shocked he is just now telling me.
“WHAT! Your parents have been waiting for us all this time and you are now just telling me”, I am pissed. I could have gotten a different hairstyle.
“I just found out you were in the chair for 3 hours already”, he said, trying to kee
