Chapter 26

Amelia's pov.

I woke up from my sleep in anticipation of what the day would bring.

The palace was really busy with maids moving from place to place.

I went straight to the washroom and had my bath as I was excited about what would happen.

Tomorrow is the event after all so everyone was busy with their work.

Noone knows what this event is all about but one must look presentable in all occasions whether good or bad.

I immediately slipped in my dress and I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is there?",I asked, my hands still busy with my dress.

"It is me your tailor for the day madam"

"Come in" I said as I finished buttoning up my dress.

"Good morning madam,you chose a black dress so I wanted to take your measurements and know what style it is you want to go for so I can prepare it and send it out this evening".

"Sure that's brilliant".

He walked up to me and started taking my measurements then he asked "what texture of garment are we going with ma'am".

"I love a good velvet texture" I said to him.

He took notes as I dictated what I wanted in my gown.

"I would like something with class, something mature yet alluring.

Something aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.

Something with elegance so I think you should add a little collar to the top and a cleavage close to the boobs but nothing too much as I don't want to appear unclad." I said.

"Alright ma, noted",he said and left me.

Oh my how I loved events,the last minute arrangements, the decorations,the dressings,the music and most especially the food hmm' .

Talking about food, I haven't had anything to eat yet.

So I made my way to the kitchen while in the hallway a thought crossed my mind.

I really hope Lincoln is alright,I haven't set my eyes on him after that incident in my room

As much as I didn't want him close to me I cared about him too.

We could never be together,it cuts across loyalty which is something I strongly believe and put in high esteem.

I have been hurt before and I can't see myself hurting anyone, especially not Alpha Damien who is as pure as the white doves that fly in the sky.

I entered the kitchen.

I was welcomed by the head chef with smiles,"what do you want madam Amelia?",She said.

"I am feeling really happy so I need something light a little snack to just have something in there"

She nodded and soon after I was served by one of the maids.

I was halfway through my food when Lucy badged into the kitchen "What is all this Amelia?" She said, concentrating her gaze on me.

"What do you want from me Lucy?,Can't anyone get a moment of serenity in this palace!".

Lily stared at me, her eyes still flashing with anger. But after a moment, she seemed to deflate.

"Black? But why Amelia?" asked Lily, her tone still sounding slightly petulant. "Black is such a serious color, and not at all what one would expect from any young woman like yourself. You should be wearing something cheerful and bright, like blue or yellow."

"Lily, please do not tell me what I should or should not be wearing," I said in a firm voice. "I am a bride here and I can dress as I please. It is not your place to tell me otherwise."

Lily's mouth dropped open in shock, and she sputtered for a moment. "I-I-I just meant that you should consider how your choice of clothing reflects on the pack," stammered Lily, trying to recover from her blunder.

"A bride should be cheerful and approachable, not dark and brooding."

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Lily's attempt. "And I think it's a bit insulting to suggest that my choice of dressing or color has any bearing on my right as a bride. If you must know, I choose black because it's a classic and timeless color that looks good on everybody."

"You're being ridiculous, Amelia!" snapped Lily, no longer bothering to hide her irritation. "You know that I have experience in matters of fashion, and I'm just trying to help you make the best impression possible.

But it seems like you'd rather ignore my advice and go your own way, regardless of the consequences."

I sighed, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Lily, I appreciate your expertise in fashion, but I am more than capable of dressing myself,and as I said earlier, I'm not concerned with what others think of my appearance."

It was clear that the argument had shifted from fashion to something deeper, something more personal,and as the both of us stared at each other, it became obvious what that something was.

"This is about Alpha Damien, isn't it?" I said."You think that if you dress and act a certain way, he'll choose you over me." A flush of color rose to Lily's cheeks, and she looked away, unable to meet my gaze.

"I..I…I have no idea of what you're talking about," she stammered. But it was too late as I could tell the truth through her facial expressions.

"Don't play innocent with me, Lily,"I said, my eyes narrowing. "I've seen the way you look at me whenever I'm with Alpha Damien, the way you hang on to his every word like a leech,and I know that you're hoping to win his favor no matter who you hurt in the process. Well, I'm here to tell you that it won't work!"

My bond with Alpha Damien is stronger than anything you could hope to achieve in this palace." Lily's face fell flat,her expression of shock was visible just then she walked closer to me and let out a slight grin.

"You are smart, I like that.Now that you know what this argument is all about,why don't you back off already?."

"You two faced wimp!''She said and grabbed an apple from the table and bit into it staring directly at me.

I was about to say something when I saw Alpha Damien standing at the front of the door,his eyes fixed on both of us.

I wondered how much he had heard of the conversation, and whether he would get angry with me for speaking so bluntly to Lily.

I was stunned and in shock when he walked up to me and put his arm around me. I froze and I couldn't move.

He placed a kiss on my forehead and smiled.

"I love this side of you, Amelia" he said, smiling at me.

On seeing this Lucy Looked at me intensely using her eyes to murder me from head to toe she then hissed and walked out of the kitchen.