22, SPICY

ANDREA

It’s been one hell of a week, and I was still stunned by the single-mindedness my mates had chased after me. I was also trying hard not to cave into the demands, knowing that it would do me more harm than good.

"Let’s get your cheeks touched up," the makeup artist, who I have conveniently forgotten her name said softly.

My lips were slightly thin as I smiled at the mirror. "You’re doing a good job, ma’am," I managed to say.

She beamed at me through the mirror, and then, she looked at Lily my new maid, standing at the side of the door. I could tell that the slight praise was enough to make her more effective. Though that sounded nice on paper, I still felt like I was dancing through this whole thing.

"I don’t still believe that I’m getting coronated as the Luna in a few minutes," I whispered. "Could it be a dream?"

The make-up artist softly touched the gold-plaited wolf chain on my neck. "You’re a beautiful woman, and I believe that you have slowly made your place in the p