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he growled firmly and Mabel slammed the door behind him as she shook her head. "You two are always raising each other's hackles, I don't know what Selene is thinking," she said sternly. My brow rose as I glanced over at her. "And what is that about the moon Goddess?" I questioned and Mabel shook her head nervously. "You never mind my ramblings, dear," she mumbled sourly and held up my dress for me. I donned the perfect form-fitting dress and Mabel had me sit as she styled my long hair. I was exhaling continuously as she curled my hair into long waves that fell down my back.

"Shush! You will alert the whole neighborhood with your hollering. Rain's mom is hosting a party and she wants him to find a wife. I want to surprise Rain and inspect the candidates his mom has chosen for him. Now, will you help me dress up and look pretty like you, my dear beauty pageant veteran cousin?" Mabel couldn't believe her ears, her hoyden cousin in a dress, all made up? That sure is something. Far be it for her to deny her, Mabel proceeded to help Ami out of her usual garb. "Do tell me you showered first, Ami," she reminded her cousin.

This lady explains why the girl thinks the agency will die without her, Catori's wolf remarked. "Well you should ask your star of the show why she came here late," Max retorted. "Maybe if she came as early as the other girls, this wouldn't have happened but of course, everything she does around here is right." Ms Mabel said nothing. Instead, she turned to assess Catori and Erica. "Why is the redhead wearing a black dress?" she asked. "Won't that be more ideal for Cassie to wear?" "Catori's skin is like Snow White. It would bring out the beauty of the dress," he replied. Ms Mabel wanted to counter that but thought better of it when she saw that the young man had a point there.

After they've chosen the dress they wanted, they entered the room used for changing clothes. They went one after the other and came outside so the others could access the clothes. Mabel went first, then Alexis followed, then ivy went and Malia is the last to enter.., they later choose the one they want individually... Ivy choose a white sleeveless gown showing her cleavage Mabel choose a black dinner gown which fits the color of her hair Alexis choose a simple pink gown with an off-shoulder bringing out the shape of her butt While Malia choose a purple armless with a little opening at the tip of the dress

YOU EXISTS ONLY AS A TOOL Mabel's POV Here comes the day of my marriage. I get ready with the help of my best Rose and my maids. I wore a white gown my father gave me as a gift and I combed my hair into a bun. I had a custom ring which William's mother, Stella, bought for me. It was made of pure gold, Swarovski crystals covered the whole surface of the ring, and in every center was a large diamond which cost more than my father's house.

Mabel informed accordingly and handed it to Adeline with both hands. "For me?" Adeline echoed back in doubt as she reached out to take it. She then put it on the table and began to unwrap it. Upon opening the package, she saw a gown inside. Mabel picked it up and unfolded it for Adeline. It was a white strapless dress, with a large ribbon on the front and right side of the bodice, and some small glittering diamonds embedded at the hem.

"I need to work through some tension before my two 'o' clock with Mabel. You up?" "Of course! Count me in." **************************************************** After my training session with Roman, I went back home and showered before I headed to the Palace to see Mabel. When she walked in, I could barely recognize her. She looked impossibly radiant and more beautiful than the last time I saw her. I also noticed she wore a tight jumpsuit with a plunging neckline to show her full breasts. Roman and I exchanged glances. After exchanging pleasantries, she sat down and we immediately got down to business.

There was laughter, bad dancing, and the promise of a peaceful weekend. Until Mabel arrived. The elevator doors opened like the gates of trouble, and out stepped Mabel du Prée: head wrapped in black silk, pearls that could deflect bullets, and a smile that knew something the rest of the room didn’t. “Oh, Lord,” Marvella muttered under her breath. “Here come the national anthem of bad timing.” Ruth leaned toward Abigail. “That’s the aunt?” “The one who thinks the devil just misunderstood,” Abigail whispered. Mabel’s heels clicked across the marble like punctuation marks. “Ladies! Don’t stop on my account. I just came to bring a little family flavor to the festivities.”

Next was Aishat, her hair tied in two buns, holding a flower crown. Then Ella, with her silver dress and chubby cheeks. When we got to Liora, I stopped. Her picture was beautiful. She was wearing a purple dress, Mabel got for her…, her smile so full of light it almost made me tear up. I stared at it quietly. For a second, I forgot everything, the fear, the tension, and just felt proud. “She looks just like you,” Mabel said softly. I didn’t answer. My throat felt tight.