Agnes
I woke to a gentle knock on my bedroom door. Blinking away sleep, I glanced at the clock. 7:30 in the morning. The gala wasn’t until later that evening, but my stomach fluttered with anticipation anyway. Today was the day I’d finally wear my creation, against all odds.
“Come in,” I called out, sitting up against the headboard.
To my surprise, it wasn’t Elijah or Thea who entered, but a woman I’d never seen before. She was tall and elegant, with dark hair pulled into a sleek bun and makeup that looked professionally done.
“Good morning, Luna Agnes,” she said with a bright smile. “I’m your stylist for today.”
I stared at her, momentarily speechless. “My… stylist?”
She nodded, placing a large case on my dresser. “Alpha Elijah hired me to help you and Thea get rea
