Cora gritted her teeth as the servant Omega knotted and twisted her hair in rows. Another stood in front of her, applying make up to her cheeks. She could hear the constant tap of Torra’s foot as she stood by impatiently watching the she-wolves work on Cora. “Ugh no , not like that you i***t move!” she nearly shrieked at the girl working on Cora’s hair. Cora grimaced as she felt Torra grab her head sharply and picked up where the other one left off. “Honestly Torra, it feels like we’ve been at this for hours, surely it can’t be all that bad” she huffed. Torra snorted. “Jagson prefers perfection , he seems to think I can make that happen with a canvas like you” she retorted. Cora rolled her eyes. “Whatever, let’s just get this done”. She exchanged a glance with Nova. Her sister looked as bo
