Emily's POV Today marked the day I would join Johnathan for his werewolf family's potluck dinner. The morning arrived, and I groaned as I surveyed the assortment of luxury skin care and cosmetics he had sent me—Chanel, Armani, Dior, and other high-end brands. I didn't see the need to splurge on these premium products when there were equally effective and affordable alternatives available. However, time was limited, and Johnathan had left me no room for change. After completing my makeup and slipping into the personalized dress he had sent, a strapless purple gown with a high-low hemline and silver high heels, I had to admit that the custom outfit fit perfectly. It accentuated my figure, boosting my confidence as if I were about to grace the Victoria's Secret stage. Adorned with a purple crystal necklace, I felt like a model ready to conquer the world. At noon, Johnathan would pick me up from my house. I managed to compose myself just in time and brought the gift with me. I descended
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