~ELOWEN'S POV~
The maid hummed softly as she sorted through the folded fabrics in the wardrobe few hours after I was fine from the earlier faint.
On the bed lay the off-shoulder white dress... smooth, flawless, and elegant which Sylion had chosen himself.
I sat in front of the vanity, the makeup artist brushing carefully across my cheekbones. A faint scent of roses and powder clung every corner in the room.
"You're so lucky," the maid said suddenly, turning with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
"Do you know how many she-wolves would give their tails just to spend one night with Alpha Sylion? He's the dream of the entire pack!"
The makeup artist chuckled as she leaned closer to adjust the liner around my eyes.
"Not just this pack. I've been to the city festivals and even outsiders whisper about him. Cold, untouchable, never looking at any lady twice. And now look..." she gestured toward me with her brush, "...he can't take his eyes off you."
