Surge of Energy?

Astrid’s POV:

Drown in thoughts of Isabella and Alpha Dominic’s overwhelming kindness towards me, I gathered my hair into a bun, allowing a few strands to cascade gently over my shoulder. As if that wasn’t enough to occupy my mind, the fashion designer had been patiently waiting outside my room so I could inspect the wedding gowns from that rich expensive selection. The maids had been tirelessly occupied with various tasks, whether tending to the garments or ensuring my makeup was flawless, all under strict orders to give their utmost effort.

“Are you free now, Madam?” She gave her toothy smile once again.

Ah! It was her duty, and I knew how desperate she was to help me choose the dress for my special day.

“Whatever suits me. Why don’t you pick out one of your choices?” I was mentally and physically tired but had to get over all this soon.

“No, I cannot. Please have a look at them.” She smiled nervously.

I shifted my gaze to the gowns hung in a line around me. It eventually piqued my i