“Ladies.” A middle-aged woman wearing a simple, all-black dress approached us with a wary look in her eyes. “Is there something I can do for you?” Maggie looked her up and down. “Who might you be?” “I work here.” “Oh, perfect! We would like to pull out that gray dress for this young woman to t
Maeve POV The moment the store clerk caught sight of Prince Xaden, it was like she transformed into another person before my eyes. All distaste and scrutiny completely vanished from her powdered features, instead replaced by a bright smile ready to charm like her life depended on it. After all, it
Maeve POV “Sire?” Maggie gaped. My mouth dropped open. He bought… everything? “Y-You bought all of those clothes anyway?” I asked, baffled. That white-haired woman he’d spoken to inside the store must have been the owner. “Everything?” Xaden smirked in response. “That wasn’t necessary…”
The wolf bore a slight resemblance to Xaden, I couldn’t help but think, and I fought to resist a grin. “Is this your first?” I blinked, startled by the unexpected question. “Pardon…?” The clerk glanced back at me. “Is this your first baby?” she repeated patiently. “Oh… yes. Was it that obvio
Maeve POV It was like I was trapped in a nightmare. Sarah was not in confinement. She was not locked up on Moonstone grounds like Father had sworn she would be to Xaden. She was not supposed to be anywhere near me and yet here she was, less than twenty feet away and looking as real as the ground
“I’m all done, Miss Maeve.” Maggie’s sudden interruption was the greatest blessing I could have asked for in that moment. I turned to greet her, thankful for her presence. Approaching with a basket full of produce and a few hunks of wrapped meat, she stared curiously at Sarah. “Do you know this
Xaden POV Today had been another long day. From early morning until the dead of afternoon, I'd been in and out of the palace. Trapped between meetings with government officials and my royal duties as Alpha Prince, I hardly had any time to myself. Then again… When do I ever? I thought snidely.
And here we were, with the dresses sprawled across the bed. Each one was more exquisite than anything I’d ever seen at home. A slightly sweaty Maggie stared proudly at our handy work. “Prince Xaden indeed made a wise decision to save such beautiful attire for you.” “They really are stunning,” I