Freya
"It's fine," I said, trying to mask my disappointment.
I hadn't expected the purple gown to be such an extraordinary piece. Even as I browsed through the rest of the boutique's collection—items that ranged from tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars—nothing quite captured the ethereal beauty of Aurora's custom creation.
I finally selected an off-white silk gown with delicate floral embroidery. It was elegant, understated, and perfectly appropriate for the mate of an Alpha attending the Autumn Moon Gathering. The bodice hugged my curves modestly while the skirt flowed gracefully to the floor—not attention-grabbing, but dignified.
While the salesperson was carefully wrapping my purchase, I couldn't help but overhear two employees talking nearby.
"That necklace and go
