Chapter Thirty-seven

[Nivera’s POV]

Two days had gone by quicker than I had expected. As the makeup artist powdered my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, wearing a blank expression. Perhaps, in the whole of history, I was the first person to not be happy about getting married to an Alpha King. Most girls would kill to be in my position, but as for me, I just wanted this nightmare to be over.

The stylist adjusted my white gloves, and looked at me with a smile, admiring the work she had done in putting the outfit together.

“I have to admit, I wasn’t your biggest fan, but you do have the grace and elegance of a queen,” she said.

“It’s all thanks to you,” I said, dryly, with a forced smile.

She blushed hard, appearing flattered. “As Luna, you’d have many events to attend and many ceremonies to plan. I’m not sure anyone has told you this yet, but you’d need a different outfit for each occasion. When the time comes, don’t forget to call on me. I’ll be there to dress you up perfectly,” she said.

“Don