Andria's POV
As she spoke, her blush widened. She was narrating the experience as if it were dream-like.
Arlo is just the best mate for her, and the moon goddess made it so because any other mate could have made her lose her glow and soft nature.
"When did Allison leave?" She asked, squinting her eyes at me.
"She left as soon as she woke up," I replied, almost done sorting out the mess in my room.
"Oh, I see. Tomorrow is prom, we have to go stay with her tonight until tomorrow," Becca suggested.
"Ok, that's an excellent idea. You should tell her then," I replied.
"Let's pay her a surprise visit," Becca said.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Becca. What if she wants to be left alone? What if she is in no mood to entertain guests? We could be invading her privacy," I countered.
