Chapter 19

• Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, Imelda couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear. She was getting prepared for the feast that the Alpha had thrown for her.
• The stylist was helping to roll her hair into curls. She was already feeling like Luna because of the respect she was getting from everyone around her. What she has always wished for was gradually coming true. Her lifelong plans were falling into place. She couldn’t be happier.
• “Ma’am, what color of lipstick do you want?” The makeup artist handed some lipsticks to her.