Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 194: Pretentious Acts

Andros's POV

With a stoic expression on my face, I silently stood by the side, my keen eyes observing their interaction with my usual detached demeanor.

I watched as a beaming grin spread across the sewing manager's face as my father's discerning eyes swept over the elegant dress before him. The dress before us is a stunning creation, as expected from our team of talented seamstresses.

The dress has a bloody red hue, an arresting contrast against the pristine white walls of the chamber. Every intricate detail has been meticulously crafted by the skilled hands of our selected Pack seamstresses.

The delicate fabric was handpicked for comfort and design. Its lightweight and silky feel created a graceful fluidity that defied the limitations of textiles.

Delicate embroidery danced across the surface, the threads weaving an intricate tapestry that could only have been achieved through painstaking manual labor.

The delicate fabric and thread used also left the seamstresses with minimal error. The weight of the hand could ruin the whole dress and design, which could put all the expensive materials to waste.

Still, they were able to stitch intricate patterns of swirling vines and delicate flowers that looked so realistic they could almost pop out of the dress to life.

Even the smallest embellishments, such as the delicate beading that adorned the necklines and cuffs, had been carefully applied by hand.

Of course, everything in this dress had to be hand-stitched. A sewing machine could disrupt the delicateness of the fabric.

manager couldn't hold back his beaming expression. He is very confident about their work. Maybe he's also expecting to

he suddenly sighed after taking a good look at the dress. I was expecting to see a smile on his face and a proud look in his eyes, but instead, I saw a lack of satisfaction in him. The sewing

the dress," my father muttered

on the sewing manager's face

like the color. Everything is

when he heard the rest of what my

Alpha," the sewing manager stammered. "We chose red to make Miss Astrid to stand out among the crowd just as you

know he also feels bad for the dress and the work that our Pack seamstresses poured down for it, but he just didn't like it because it was

color will do

sewing manager's eyes widened; he looked like he was about to go crazy because of my

please try to reconsider." The sewing manager instantly bowed his head. "Our team spent day and night to finish this dress in such a short time. Our team poured our heart and soul into this creation. Please see our dedication," he begged with

have another three days to finish your task. If you are able to finish such a design in a short time, I'm sure you

my face when I heard my father's stubborn reply. Of course, there's no way he would go through with this

color red, after all,

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often ominous symbolism in the Pack. It was shade associated with passion, power, and the spilling of blood emotions and imagery that, while undeniably potent,

a sense of

unpredictability.

never directly suggested the sewing department choose red, but I made it clear to