Alpha's Secret Mate
The lace could be found in accents on the side and the tiered edges of my three-quarters sleeve.
I was no stranger to showing a bit of skin as a member of the aforementioned Southern packs, but even I found myself blushing at the squared neckline of my corset, showing the plush tops of my sizable breasts. I had no jewelry to move the eye, so I worried men's gazes would linger more than was socially acceptable.
Having had no time for myself and the abruptness of my invitation, the women of the servants' quarters did the best they could with my hair. They had folded my dark locks into an intricate braid, weaving in cheap bone beads that could be mistaken for ivory in the right light.