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est to find a nice dress for the award function; her

ed at the foot of the bed. The sight would have been overwhelming to anyone

ously, Sera, there's not a single dress here that isn't your work uniform. I know you're b

ra's direction, her serene smile never faltering. "Of course I

ur entire wardrobe, and there's nothing here that's fitting for a proper event. It's left to me to find

ead, feeling the different textures of fabric beneath her hands. The orphanage parties were always casual affairs, where the children's laughter and playf

sity piqued as Clara sat beside her on the bed, the box settling with a soft thud. "Alright, Sera,"

brushed over the fabric, feeling the smoothness of the material and the intricate detailing of the black glittery stones. The dress was

hear the pride in her tone. "Now, you get to wear this dress, and in exchan

ly, nodding. "I'll do

added, "You might also want to brin

r cheeks. "Oh no, Clara, I can't. That's indecen

Serafina, placing it carefully on the bed. "Time to get your makeup on," she

seat, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness flutter in her stomach. It wasn't often she indulged in such things,

the transformation, she could feel it-the brushstrokes on her cheeks, the gentle pressure of lipstick being applied

ty, Sera," Clara said confidently, step

in Clara's voice. "Thank you, Clara.

She laughed lightly, the sound filling the room with warmth. "Now,

lay waiting. As she slipped into the garment, the fabric gliding smoo

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ert hands. The blue off-shoulder dress hugged her form elegantly, the glittering stones catching the light as she

miliar sound of his car pulling up outside her building, and soon after, the knock on her door

ht Walker Pack House was long, winding through the countryside as the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the horizon

t in the air, with cars parked in the driveway and people walking around, their footsteps hurried as they ma

ry said warmly as he came aroun

ied, offering him a small wave as she stepped out, h

y approached her, her voice polite and welcomi

er with each step. The subtle music filled Serafina's ears, the melody blissful and soothing to her soul. She could smell the fragrant scent of fresh flowers that ad

mes and colognes, combined with the subtle undertones of the natural smells of those present, filled her nose. The chatter of t

ions. The tablecloth felt rich and smooth beneath Serafina's fingers as she reached out to f

ly as she rubbed them together, her nerves still fluttering. She wasn't used to being in such a grand setting, surrounded

ed, and the sound of a large door creaking open echoed through the grand hall. The air shifted, an

ering, "Oh Gosh, Alpha heir David is such a handsome man." Serafina

ert's voi

erupted into a gentle buzz of

her. Despite the liveliness of the event, she felt oddly detached, her mind drifting as she tried to steady her racing heart. The grand hall was f

ed, a rare occurrence that immediately caught her attention. She blinked, trying to make sense of the sensation, when a sin

wondered, her hea