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Chapter 9 Wedding Dress

  • Kayla's POV
  • "Kayla, you finally made it!"
  • As soon as I stepped into the bridal shop, Amber seized my hand and took me into the VIP fitting area.
  • "Look at these, they're the latest arrivals. Help me out here, I can't decide one that suits me."
  • Amber led me to racks filled with various styles of wedding gowns. There were at least twenty different dresses hung on the nearly three-meter-long rack. On the couch were a few dresses she had already tried on.
  • Not only was Amber overwhelmed, but even as an observer, I found myself dazzled by the variety.
  • "Amber, with your slender figure, you could focus on A-line or sweetheart neckline dresses. For fabric, satin or lace might be a good match for your style."
  • I carefully looked at Amber from head to toe and picked out a few suitable styles.
  • "Your ideas are always great." Amber nodded in agreement as she examined the dresses I had chosen.
  • "I worked as an editor for a fashion magazine when I was in Europe, so I know a bit about beauty."
  • "That's wonderful!" Amber let out a relieved sigh. "You have no idea how stressful planning a wedding can be! Just picking a wedding dress and preparing for the reception have kept me swamped!"
  • With the assistant's help, Amber just changed out of the last dress into a large train. She was now adjusting a corset, preparing to put on the next dress.
  • "By the way, Kayla, I've already picked out your bridesmaid dress. Give it a try, see if it suits you?"
  • Amber, with only her head free to move due to the corset, turned to me and signaled with her eyes to take the light blue dress hanging on the rack.
  • "Sure."
  • I took off the bridesmaid dress, politely declined the assistant's help, and walked into the nearby changing room to put on the dress.
  • The bridesmaid dress Amber had chosen for me was a pale blue one. It had a simple yet elegant design, with a sweetheart neckline and a high slit on the long skirt. The dress had a hollow design at the waist, adding a sexy touch to it.
  • As I looked at myself in the mirror, for some reason, snippets of moments with Harrison flashed through my mind. He once said he wanted to marry me. He mentioned that I would look beautiful in a wedding dress, but I would never have the chance to wear one for him.
  • 6 years ago, Harrison was not as imposing as he is now, but he was still proud. Back then, I hadn't experienced any setbacks yet, so when I caught the scent of my mate, I ran to Harrison like a happy fawn. Although he always put on a cold face to me at the beginning, the mate bond makes me have unspeakable passion and love for him. I love him with all my heart, and I believe he will love me one day.
  • But things have not been smooth sailing. When Harrison finally responded to my enthusiasm, I heard a lot of nasty gossip. They said Harrison could never become Alpha, that he would be abandoned by the Elder Council, and that I was just a tool for Harrison to pass the test.
  • I was sad for a few days. Then I learned what Harrison went through when he was eight years old. I feel sorry for him. I rearranged my mood, no longer sad. So what if I'm a tool? Doesn't that mean he needs me? Isn't helping my boyfriend become alpha something to be proud of?
  • But when her mother found me, I wondered if my love was worth anything.
  • "You just come from a small pack and you don't deserve Harrison. He is now in a critical period. If he does not become Alpha, he will be driven to become a rogue. He needs the daughter of a strong pack, not a silly girl like you."
  • This feels really bad. Isn't the arrangement of the moon goddess everything? Why should my love and worth be measured by money and power?
  • Am I really a liability to Harrison?
  • It was the first time I hadn't known how to face Harrison. In my confusion, I took a week off from school to avoid the rumors and Harrison. I stayed wrapped up in my blanket all day, using sleep to block out the jumbled thoughts in my mind.
  • On the third day of my sick leave, Harrison showed up beneath my window.
  • Small pebbles tapping against my windowpane disrupted my already sleepless night. I thought it was just some naughty kid from the pack playing a prank, but to my surprise, standing below was none other than Harrison.
  • I was so excited that I didn't even bother changing out of my pajamas. I rushed out barefoot.
  • As I got closer and saw his handsome face, all my recent worries flooded back into me.
  • "I know what you've been worrying about." Harrison's deep eyes seemed to read my thoughts.
  • "You're afraid that I'll leave you, aren't you?"
  • My face flushed instantly. I lowered my head, unable to meet Harrison's gaze, and responded with silence.
  • "You remember, you were never a problem, but my girlfriend. When I become the Alpha," Harrison's voice paused for a moment, as if he was contemplating a significant decision.
  • "You will be my Luna, Kayla Reeves. I promise. After I become Alpha, I will marry you and make you the happiest bride."
  • I looked up abruptly.
  • "Are you willing to wait until that day?"
  • Harrison's expression was resolute as he extended his right hand, palm up.
  • "I am."
  • A deep smile spread across my face as I placed my hand in Harrison's, and in the next second, our fingers intertwined.
  • "I'll wait for you."