The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna
My slightly stretched out hair falls in bouncy curls, framing my face in a way that brings out my cheekbones and makes my eyes seem to sparkle.
"Oh, Diana," Claudia breathes, her eyes wide. "You look absolutely gorgeous!"
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks at the compliment, still not entirely used to such open admiration. "Thank you," I murmur, unable to take my eyes off my transformed reflection.
Our next stop is a nail salon, where Claudia insists we get "the works" - manicures, pedicures, and even some intricate nail art. I watch in fascination as the technician paints delicate flowers on my nails, marveling at the skill and precision involved.
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