Chapter 135 The Royal Princess
As the heat seeped into her muscles, she took a deep breath and reached for the rose-scented shampoo. She lathered it into her hair, letting the familiar floral fragrance mask her natural scent. She followed it with a matching rose body wash, scrubbing her skin gently.
But midway through, a sudden twitch deep inside made her body tense. A soft, involuntary groan escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering shut again. Her body felt unusually sensitive, restless, as if reacting to something beyond her control.
Trying to ignore the discomfort, Addison hurried through the rest of her routine. She dried off, stepped into the crimson dress, and smoothed it over her curves. The gown clung to her body like a second skin, its off-shoulder design exposing her collarbones, while the deep V-neckline and daring slit along her thigh added a bold, provocative edge. No matter how many times she looked at it, she couldn’t deny, the dress was alluring, striking, and unapologetically seductive.
Addison felt a sharp throb in her head, an oncoming migraine pulsing at her temples. This was supposed to be a formal event, one where all the Alphas would be present, where appearances mattered, and every detail was scrutinized. Even without her father spelling it out, she understood the weight of the occasion. Yet... who had prepared this dress for her?
She stared at it in disbelief. It was completely inappropriate, far too provocative, far too casual for such an important night. With frustration, Addison tossed it aside and stormed toward her wardrobe, hoping to salvage the situation. But her heart sank. The closet had been stripped clean. All that remained was a delicate nightgown, hardly a solution, as it was even more revealing than the dress.
There was no way she could appear in public wearing that.
Clearly, she had no real choice now but to put on the dress she’d rejected. She hadn’t paid much attention to the preparations, trusting her mother and Mila to handle the details. But now that she thought about it, her mother would never have picked something so inappropriate, not for an event like this. That left only one person: Mila.
Addison wasn’t sure if Mila had chosen the dress simply because it flattered her figure, or if there was another motive behind it, one Addison didn’t care to dwell on. Either way, with no alternatives available, she had no choice but to wear it.
She slipped into the dress, then fastened the ruby necklace around her neck. The piece was exquisite, deep crimson surrounded by diamond accents that shimmered in the light. At the very least, the brilliance of the necklace would draw attention upward, away from the more daring cut of the dress and her cleavage.