The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 308

“Whoever did this is an absolute cow,” one of them said. “To attack another woman like this–despicable!”

Another servant thrust a beautiful yellow dress into Anya’s hands. “Here. I wore this to my sister’s wedding years ago and it’s just been taking up space in my closet. Use whatever you need from it.”

“Are you

sure?” Anya asked.

“Positive. Make Stella look like a queen.”

That night, Anya worked with a focus and intensity that completely betrayed her usual meek and mild demeanor. She rapidly sketched design after design until it was just right, took my measurements three times to make sure they were perfect, and began deconstructing the donated dresses like a surgeon on the clock.

By the time the sun rose, Anya had created something extraordinary. The dress was a completely new design- nothing like the one that had been destroyed. She’d used the yellow fabric from the wedding guest dress as a base, added delicate gold embroidery from another donated gown, and created a flowing skirt using carefully layered fabric that caught the light beautifully like the sun itself.

“Try it on,” Anya said, handing it to me with dark circles under her eyes but triumph in her smile.

I disappeared into the bathroom and slipped into the dress. It fit perfectly, of course; Anya had made sure of that, particularly around the waist, which was cinched with a corset lace up the back. The gold embroidery along the neckline and sleeves made my skin almost seem to glow from within, and she’d added red and gold costume feathers into the train.

The result was like a phoenix rising from the ashes. It was definitely too fancy for the occasion–Anya was the one being crowned Luna, not me–but I didn’t care. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever put on my body.

When I stepped out, all the servants gasped.

“You look beautiful,” Anya whispered.

“You made this in one night,” I said, tears pricking at my eyes like hot pokers. “Anya, this is incredible.”

Anya looked utterly exhausted but also more proud than ever. She simply threw her arms around me, taking care not to rumple my dress, and then promptly took a nap on my bed.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I took care of Lucien as usual, trying to act normal even though my stomach was in knots about the evening ahead. Lilith helped me with my hair and makeup, saying nothing but smiling knowingly when she saw the new dress hanging in my closet.

By the time evening arrived, I was sick with nerves–which was ridiculous because I was just going to stand off to the side at the event in a pretty dress. Tonight was really about Anya, not me, and yet… I couldn’t deny the fact that it felt like stepping back into my old life. Even if just for a little while.

The ceremony was being held in the grand ballroom. When I arrived, the room was already packed with pack members, guests, and the press. Cameras were everywhere, flashing constantly as guests arrived.

Anya was already there, looking radiant in a rose–gold gown that she’d also made herself. She waved when she saw me, then her eyes widened as she took in the full effect of the dress she’d created with the hair and makeup

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and elegant lighting.

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