DAPHNE
I stand in front of the mirror, dressed in a midnight blue gown that clings perfectly to my figure. The off-shoulder neckline and corset bodice give me a regal, almost untouchable look. As I move, the silk skirt flows around my legs like water, whispering across the floor with every step. It trails behind me like mist, elegant and quiet.
My hair falls in soft waves down my back, some strands pinned away from my face with delicate clips that shimmer faintly under the light. The stylist steps back after adjusting a final fold in the fabric, her eyes scanning me with a critical gaze before she nods in approval.
"You're good to go." She murmurs. "The Alpha is waiting for you."
I exhale slowly, nerves fluttering in my chest. Am I really making the right choice? Agreeing to go to thi
