-Olivia's point of view-
I was left gaping in astonishment as I beheld my reflection in the mirror. Rita and a team of workers had transformed my appearance. They had straightened my hair, making it incredibly silky and longer than I was accustomed to. My face looked different; they called it makeup. Everything felt entirely new, not to mention the beautiful white gown that graced my form, stopping just above my knees.
I sighed, still struggling to believe that my life was undergoing such a transformation. This was the same girl who had been battered and bruised in a cell. Now, I was an entirely different person.
Leaving my room, I followed Rita as she led me to meet the Alpha. As I walked, I felt the weight of curious eyes upon me, filled with wonder. Determined to divert my thoughts,
