- Chapter 33
- [Evelyn’s POV]
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- The personal fitting with Claire had gone off without any further issues. Once Alexander had left, much of the tension had
- with him.
- gone
- Claire offered me a kind, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m going to make sure that you’re the best–looking Luna at that gathering.”
- I tried to return her smile but my worry toward the gathering was just too great to ignore. Honestly, when all of it was said and done, the dress didn’t matter. Nor the shoes. Nor the jewelry.
- Anyone could look like they belonged at a Luna gathering. It all depended on the clothes one would wear.
- Dressing the part was one thing…However, acting the part of the sophisticated and dependable Luna was a complete other.
- This wasn’t just any other gathering. The royal family was the one hosting, which meant the pressure was twice as heavy on my shoulder.
- Normally, Claire and I would fall into numerous deep conversations while she would be fitting me for my clothing. Not this time. There were far too many thoughts that were occupying my mind and I knew I needed to do something about them.
- What if I ended up saying the wrong thing? What if I accidentally acted out of turn? Oh, God. What if I made a fool of myself in front of the literal Alpha King??
- The mere thought of the possibility made me shudder internally. There had to be something I could do to settle my nerves and
- ease my worries….
- There has to be a way for me to learn basic social etiquette skills before the gathering,
- There was no point in lying to myself, when it came to social cues, I knew very little. The whole prim and proper image that most
- I knew very little women were meant to stick to, for someone in my particular status, never suited me.
- I was never the stand–still and quiet type. Yes, I knew when to be respectful and to whom; however, I wasn’t the kind of person to sit back and do nothing. I wanted to make a positive change in whichever pack I was with. I wanted to discover new ways to help people and make them feel secure.
- Wanting t to be hands–on in my pack was a considerable strong suit. Unfortunately, it was also my biggest downfall. There had to be a way for me to learn how to tamper down my attitude…
- “Alright that should do it,” Claire announced with a satisfied look.
- I hardly glanced at myself in the mirror. The dress was far from being completed. But from the current looks of it, it was set to be one of the finest pieces I had ever worn.
- “Thank you, Claire.”
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- “Do you want to take a look at any of the jewels that Alexander has pre–selected for you?” she asked.
- Not really. What I really needed to do was start up on some personal research.
- I forced another smile. “I don’t think so,” I told her. “I trust you and Alexander have chosen the right pieces to go with the
- dress.”
- I stepped off the platform and readjusted my clothes. By the look on the designer’s face, I could tell that Claire was a bit put off by my refusal. After waving her goodbye, I left the drawing room with the intention of heading to a place where I knew I was going to
- find what I needed to help me.
- The library.
- “Good God, what the hell was I thinking?” I muttered under my breath.
- Kingston Hall must have been home to at least three dozen books on basic proper etiquette for young men and women. The
- problem was finding the right one that really applied to me. I spent the last several hours pouring over various texts in hopes of
- finding at least something code I could follow when in social settings.
- All I wanted to do was ensure that I wouldn’t make a fool of myself or Alexander. But my attempts were feeling fruitless.
