Chapter 11 Frannie

• “Frannie, have you seen some of the men who have been arriving today for the ball? Talk about where the beef is, hubba hubba,” Hopey giggled as she came into my room.
• “Are you sure it’s a beefcake fest or is it more like a tiny sausage celebration?” I smirked. “Besides, do you have a helmet? You might get hit by one over the oversized egos. I am surprised some of them can even walk without falling over, carrying egos like that around,” I added.
• I had been watching from the window seat in my bedroom. Sure, several of the guys were cute, but most of their brains were in their biceps. The rest of them must have sincere body odor or something, since their noses are so far up in the air. Those are probably the alphaholes, maybe they’re worried they might get a whiff of a lower ranked wolf.