Chapter 66. Countdown To The Gala

Summer’s POV

I curled against Alexander’s warm body in the early morning light, tracing the strong lines of his chest with my fingertips. He captured my hand, bringing it to his lips for a tender kiss.

“What’s on your mind, little wolf?” he asked, his voice still husky from sleep.

“The gala’s only two weeks away,” I sighed. “I still need to finalize my speech, and I don’t even have a dress yet.”

Alexander chuckled, pulling me closer. “You could wear a potato sack and still outshine everyone in the room.”

“Easy for you to say,” I teased. “Men just throw on a tux and call it a day.”

His expression grew serious as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “This foundation means everything to you. T