Deanna’s POV:
Luis’s gaze went dark and fathomles as he held on to me like he meant to read every secret off my face.
The air thickened; my heart tripped over itself, and even Mila grew skittish.
I pinched my fingers together, bracing–then he spoke, slow and steady, “I will never be angry with you.
“You’re my fated mate. Whatever you’ve done–so long as you stay by my side–I’ll forgive you.”
He said it with the weight of a blood oath to Nyra.
My eyes stung. I tucked my forehead to his chest so he wouldn’t see.
His heartbeat thudded–strong, even–buzzing through my ribs, soothing my wolf as it went.
After a moment, I found my voice, though it sounded off due to my stuffy nose. “But… even have a dress for the gala.”
I don’t
Luis huffed a helpless laugh and pressed a kiss to my hair. “Wait for me. My Luna is going to be the most beautiful princess in the room.”
“Wait” turned out to mean watch Mooncrown flex.
Bright lights poured over the floor, gilding the room in shine.
Servants eased in rows of rolling racks, each one loaded with couture.
Satin, lace, chiffon–under the lights, they shimmered like a dream, dazzling and exquisite.
At the same time, a hundred pieces of priceless jewelry were laid out with care.
Diamond necklaces gleamed cold and sharp, pearl earrings glowed soft and warm, and ruby rings burned like fire…
In ten minutes, the bedroom looked like a private luxury vault.
Three tall fit models rotated through custom gowns, circling for my selections.
Luis slouched on the sofa, one arm draped along the back, the other curled around my waist. He lifted a brow. “Pick.”
Every piece was a fresh drop from the season’s top luxury lines.
On the models, they flowed–graceful, dramatic, show–stopping.

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