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The dressmaker was a young woman of twenty. My room was filled with an arrays of colourful dresses with different styles, each have a unique style of its own. Alpha King Damien sure knows how to make a woman swoon. Fifty new dresses. Some are flowing maxi dresses with floral patterns, there are silks, satins, and cotton blends, that glitters and catch the eye.
I test try each of the dress, assessing how they fit and flatter my shape. Just a few days in Alpha King Damien's palace have accentuated my curves. Beatrice was helping me organize the dresses I had tried on.
"I have a message for you from Amanda. It's in your dress pocket,"whispered the dressmaker as she fastened the endless straps on the corset dress I was wearing. I froze, momentarily stunned and fear ran down my spine.
