Ophelia
After getting all glammed up, I got up to assess my looks in the mirror, and it terrified me. "I think I have to go with something simpler; I don't want to choose this dress," I said, turning to the stylist.
"What's wrong with this dress, ma'am?" she asked.
I shook my head, unable to respond when I heard a knock on my door. "Wait before you open it; help me get off the dress," I said.
The knock came again, leaving her in a dilemma. "What if it's the Alpha? I don't think he's going to be happy if we keep him waiting," she said.
I knew it wasn't going to be Alric; he would be too busy to check up on me, but just to be on the safer side, since the stylist was so worked up, I said, "Alright then, but if it's not the Alpha, then the person has to wait outside until I've
