Chapter 177
Elena’s POV
The silky fabric of my wedding gown glides perfectly against my skin; every inch seems to be perfectly sized for me.
We were now inside, for finalisation of choices. Trying on fittings so only final adjustment on their workshop would be needed later on.
My imagination finally coming more and more alive.
I felt the attendants coming to my aid, clasping my back, laying the hem of the gown perfectly to the ground, and whispering praises, but my mind was far from the joy the wedding bells were showering on everyone.
My eyes were stuck in the mirror in front of me, but my vision was far from perfect. Instead, it’s on the red invitation stabilised on the table beside the watchroom, soothed by its intricate golden writing of Bryson’s name.
Yes… It’s a wedding invitation.
I was, without a doubt, flabbergasted, but not because my ex–husband was getting married, but because he’s getting married for the third time, and it’s not Glenda.
Apparently, the king was furious about how he was currently handling his pack’s issue, and to top it all, Glenda’s reputation was no longer fitting of a Luna. Hence, he gave out a royal declaration that he was to be married to a she–wolf from a noble family.
If you’d ask me, it’s a mercy rather than a punishment. Despite everything that happened, the King still wanted to help him stabilise his pack and granted him a marriage with a noble family.
“Princess, are you okay?” One of the attendants called me out, standing right in front of me, waving her hand and looking at me worriedly.
Blinking my thoughts away, I smiled. “Yeah, I am.”
“Is it… Because of that?” Zara, who was quietly sitting on the side with a brochure in her hand and was helping me decide which dress to wear, finally spoke while gesturing at the wedding invitation.
Going to the side, hands sliding through the various designs of the bouquet, I nodded my head.
“It’s not what you’re thinking,” I told her as soon as I saw the shock and dismay in her face.
She probably thought there was still jealousy in me.
I sighed, lips curving faintly, but not with regret, joy, or anything, rather, in a calculating manner.
This was big news, and for sure, a furious fox would be running soon enough toward me and try to send fire.
“It’s just… I’ll have an uninvited guest sooner or later,” I vaguely answered, shaking my head.
It’s another chaos.
If Glenda comes… and she will… I know exactly which nerves to strike. She thrives on jealousy and tear. Take those away, and she crumbles. I will not play her game, I will force her to play mine.
And I was right, because before, it didn’t even take a day for chaos to start.
Noise started to echo from outside the fitting room; footsteps and screams were enough to shake the entire room.
I shut my eyes and walked with heavy legs to the couch, landing myself lazily on it.
“I guess that’s your uninvited guest?” Zara assumed, pointing behind her back with her thumb after dropping the brochure on
the table.
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I nodded my head as I sat up straight and crossed my arms. “That’s about right.”
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An attendant came rushing off, opening the door while panting, arms outstretched and hand pointing outside. “Princess Elena, sorry we-”
She wasn’t even able to finish her words when someone came in, face red in fury, eyes sharper than a blade, and her clothes were worn like armour.
Standing tall in front of me like she’s in for a battle, Glenda sneered at my face.
Lazily, I raised my arm and waved my hand, gesturing to the attendant who came in that it’s okay. With a bow of her head, she
headed back out.
Next thing, I nodded at the other attendants who were helping me earlier. Understanding my meaning, they put down everything they were doing and followed suit to their colleague who had just left.
“What a very unexpected visit,” I uttered, sarcasm sipping out of every word I said.
Her face scrunched in anger.
“Do not play games with me, Elena! You think this is funny? You think you’ve won?” she asked with flashing eyes.
There weren’t any doubts about her. She was just sure that it was I who was out to ruin her already messed–up life, out of her
own fault.
“Won what, exactly?” My feigning ignorance only heightened her fury.
What we had already ended in that war. She was punished for what she deserved for what she did to me, my family, and everyone else who got involved and hurt, all because of her greed.
Meeting her now not only made me bored and lazy, but it was also annoying.
If not needed, I didn’t want to deal with her anymore.
Because of technical issues, and rightful punishment might have been served, but it wouldn’t ease my inner urge to want to kill
and torture her.
“Oh, don’t act innocent on me now!” She snapped, taking long strides, and approached me with eyes that flamed, a hint of her claws elongating visibly.
The audacity of coming here like she could attack me in my own turf.
I wanted to laugh at her insanity.
Seeing the same signs I was seeing, Zara stood by my side protectively, ready to use herself as a shield if needed, but I pulled her
back.
Fighting with Glenda would be as easy as pie, even if it turned physical.
Pointing a finger at me, she continued, “The King has ordered Bryson to marry another Lama. Another! And it is because of you. Because you poisoned him against me. Because you-”
Before she could finish her ridiculous monologue, I went on, “You give me too much credit. Bryson’s fate has nothing to do with me. I left him, remember?”
After a slow swivel of the glass of juice I had from my side, I raised it a little and smirked at her before adding, “Willingly.”
“Then why-” She stopped in the middle of her sentence, her eyes gliding on the table beside the other end of the couch I was sitting in, where the invitation was.
A humourless laugh escaped her lips; she shook her head back and looked at me as if I had just betrayed her. Like I was playing
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with her.
“What a sly bitch!”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
