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"Where the heck have you been in the past hours?" Emiliana screeched as she slapped the lady before her.
"My party is about to start and my dress is still at the seamstress' place,'' she yelled again, making the lady quiver and her face now imprinted with Mark from the slap.
Being the last daughter of Alpha Damien and Luna Selena, Emiliana was pampered and a little spoiled.
"Forgive me, my lady, I had to go pick out the jewelry you'll be using tonight," her voice quivering and her head low.
While other helpless maids scrambled around in panic trying to clear the mess Emiliana made in her room.
"Get it done, now!" Emiliana yelled, throwing tantrums as she slumped on her chair. The maid bowed and disappeared through the door before she received another dose of her furry.
"You know that kind of behavior is unbecoming of a princess, and you are one." Xiamen expressed as he stood by the door, leaning on the side of the door. Two of his warriors acted as bodyguards behind him.
"I'm just so worked up about my party, I guess. I know how much of an effort you guys put into the preparations and I just want everything to go smoothly," Emiliana replied, resting her head in her palms.
Xiamen strolled into the room casually. "
He then turned to one of the warriors following him and instructed to stay outside.
"I thought the dress was supposed to be delivered yesterday, princess. Why the delay?" Xiamen asked his younger sister.
"They delivered it yesterday, but it was a little bit loose around the waist and I wasn’t satisfied with the gemstones she put in the dress.” She let out, touching her waist and pouting her lip.
“Emeliana! This is going too far! You don't have to treat them that way because you are higher than them,” his voice turned stern, this reminded her of one person, her father.
“But I wanted something royal so I could look like the princess you always call me, but all I got was a piece of trash meant for paupers."
Xiamen shook his head trying to control his furry, “The guests are arriving and so get things done on time.”
Emeliana scoffed at this, “Can't you get worried for some..”
“Emiliana! Don't get me mad!” Xiamen's voice thundered as she stood right, she hated and got scared of him when he got mad.
Xiamen is the acting Alpha at the moment. Their parents had embarked on a sacred journey for some werewolf rituals that take place once every twenty years and won't be back for a while.
Emiliana is a late bloomer. She hadn't been able to shift for the past 18 years of her life so her brother threw the party for her in hopes that she'll be able to find her mate there and that once she's mated, it would trigger her wolf to shift.
“Xiamen! You don't have to yell at me!” she let out almost in tears.
He sighed at this knowing he was getting mad at her, “I am sorry okay, just please don't hurt others if you don't snag to get ok my bad side.” he pulled her in for a hug and she smiled a bit sadly.
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One and a half hours later, Emiliana was standing at the top of the stairs as cheers surrounded her from every angle. She smiled happily as she made her way down in her sky blue elegant dress.
The outfit had a form-fitting bodice paired with a long skirt that was gathered at the waist and dropped in three wide loops when draped in front. The petticoat was decorated with gemstones and had embroidery at the bottom of the skirt.
She styled her hair in a very pretty half updo with flowers and silver strands woven into her dark hair and an elegant silver tiara to match. At that moment, Emiliana felt like a princess.
Her brother was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs to guide her to the dance floor for her first dance before other eligible male suitors would dance with her.
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