MOONBOUND THE ALPHA'S FLAME
This time, a procession of maids entered, their arms heavy with folds of silk and velvet, shoes embroidered with silver thread, glistening jewels, and delicate bottles filled with fragrant oils and floral waters.
Colors and scents filled the room, overwhelming in their richness gowns shimmering in shades.
Octavia’s mouth parted in disbelief.
“All of this is for me?” she murmured.
Astra smiled softly, a touch of warmth returning to her eyes.
“For tonight’s dinner,” she said, “and for the days that follow.”
The maids moved like a tide, flowing through the space with practiced grace, arranging gowns in the wardrobe, lining up slippers with precision, draping jewelry over the vanity like treasur
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