DAMIEN-The Cursed Alpha King
Emberlynn twirled, smiling, and the skirt swirled and danced around her.
"Well, I am overly excited, too," Betsy grinned, looking at the expression on Emberlynn's face.
"Now, a final touch," Betsy stepped towards Emberlynn with a red and yellow flower head garland, and she placed it on Emberlynn's hair.
"Is it necessary?" Emberlynn asked, touching her hair.
Betsy shrugged, "It's one of my creations. You can wear it in place of the crown that'd be given to you soon after."
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