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Anya's pov

I took one last look in the mirror, feeling satisfied with my all-natural beauty and my tamed straight hair that I hadn't combed or brushed in a while.

I was glad that I wasn't like other girls who needed makeup and hours spent doing their hair to look good.

The body con dress I wore hugged my hourglass figure flattering it beautifully and I also didn't need hours working out to maintain this shape.

I was perfect in every way and the only perfect woman for my dear Eros.

Perfect to be by his side and perfect to be Queen Luna.

I reached out on the table, grabbed the perfume, and dabbed it lightly on certain spots on my skin and after one more look in the mirror and a 360 I left the room making my way towards Eros's so I could finally tell him how I felt.

I know he doesn't want that ugly, stupid handicapped mate of his.

She would be of great burden to him and I concluded that I had to remind him that he had all of me because at dinner today it seemed like he was growing soft