ILYANA’S POV
Three hours later, I was in the fourth shopping complex of the day, testing out clothes. I was already tired, my bones a bit weary. This was probably the twentieth cloth I had tried on, yet none of them was enough in the eyes of both Misha and Tina.
“You’re the Alpha King’s mate. How will you be wearing something low like this? Change that, the color is ugly on your skin,” she had said in one store.
“Nope. That’s ugly,” she said as I stepped out of the changing room in the current store wearing a long sequin dress. “Where are the good designers, for crying out loud!” she groaned.
“Good designers are only for those who can afford it. Not riff-raff like you,” the shop attendant murmured quietly, but loud enough for us to hear.
Embarrassment flushed my cheeks as I grabbed th
