Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64 Fitting

Chapter 64 Fitting

Natalie’s POV:

Outside the door, a sleek, stretched luxury limousine awaited.

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I trailed behind the old couple into the backseat. As soon as I got settled, the assistant stepped forward with a tray overflowing with desserts and drinks and offered them to me.

“Don’t be shy, Ms. Anderson. Grab whatever you fancy. If you want more, just holler,” the old lady said, her face creased with a warm, affectionate smile.

I waved my hands quickly. “No need to go through all that trouble. You two are my guests. It’s on me to look after you.”

Growing up in an orphanage, I’d always been the one taking care of others. Having elders dote on me like this made me feel all thumbs.

“Ms. Anderson, the moment we laid eyes on you, we just knew. You’re like a daughter to us,” the old lady added, her eyes full of fondness.

I blushed a bit and asked softly, “By the way, I haven’t caught your names. If you’re not keen on sharing your identities, that’s cool. I just don’t wanna mess up and be impolite.”

The old man grinned. “I’m Roger Santos, and this is my mate, Fiona Santos. Just call us Mr. and Mrs. Santos.”

“Mr. Santos, Mrs. Santos,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Before long, the limousine pulled up in front of a swanky, members-only club. This place was the go-to spot for top-notch werewolf families. They dished out custom-made jewelry and dresses that were not just about looking good but also a big deal in terms of pack status. The designers here were the crème de la crème, and one had to book a custom dress more than a year in advance.

As we stepped out of the car, the building manager greeted us with a beaming smile and said, “Sir, Madam, everything’s all set inside.”

Fiona took my hand and led me into a dressing room that looked like it was straight out of a fairy tale. Six gorgeous dresses were on display, each one more stunning than the last. Right in the middle was a mermaid-style white silk gown. The neckline was covered in real diamonds that sparkled like crazy. It looked like it was made for the Moon Goddess’ vow ceremony.

“Mrs. Santos… Are you in the market for these dresses?” I was totally thrown off.

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The second my fingers brushed the tulle of the white dress, Fiona tugged me towards the mirror and turned me around. Her eyes lit up. “Look at how great this fits you! Ms. Anderson, could you do me a solid? My grandson’s fiancée is about your height and build, but she’s a bit of a wallflower. We aren’t sure what the young folk are into these days. Could you try these on so we can see which one’s suitable for her?”

Roger chimed in, “Yeah, Ms. Anderson. We’re out of the loop. You’re young and have an eye for style. Help us pick the right one.”

Seeing their hopeful faces, I agreed softly, “No worries. I’m happy to lend a hand.” Maybe helping another werewolf about to enter a mating bond gave this whole thing some purpose.

After trying on all six dresses, even with my werewolf endurance, I was starting to feel the burn. I whispered to Fiona, “Mrs. Santos, take a load off. You don’t wanna wear yourself out.” This little bit of concern made her give Roger’s hand a little squeeze, and her liking for me

grew even more.

When I slipped into the diamond-studded white mermaid dress, I stopped dead in my tracks in front of the mirror. The diamonds on the tulle sparkled with every move I made. It took me back to that farce of a “ceremony” with Landon.

There was no Moon Goddess’ blessing, no pack to cheer me on, and I was stuck wearing an old dress his mom thought was a no-go. But now, looking at myself in the mirror, I could almost feel what a real mating bond ceremony should be like.

“Look at this one! The diamonds are so dazzling. They really make… your skin look as creamy and smooth as milk!” Fiona gushed, clapping her hands in excitement.

Roger chimed in with a nod, “The cut of this dress is top-notch.”

“Ms. Anderson, if there are any of these dresses you like, I’d love to give them to you,” Fiona said, looking at me with enthusiasm.

I refused with a sincere look in my eyes. “I was just helping you with the fittings. I can’t accept such expensive gifts.” In the werewolf community, taking gifts that were too costly often meant getting into a debt of gratitude. I had learned to be cautious about it.

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