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.

beaming expression. He is very confident about their work. Maybe

a proud look in his eyes, but instead, I saw a lack of satisfaction in him. The sewing manager's smile instantly disappeared.

like the dress," my father muttered as

the sewing

the color. Everything is

paled when he heard the rest of what

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

let out a deep breath. I 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

color will do except red," My father responded

widened; he looked like he was about to go crazy because of my father's unreasonable

this dress in such a short time. Our team poured our heart and soul into this creation. Please see our dedication," he begged with half of his body

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

held back a smile that threatened to appear on my face when I heard my father's stubborn reply.

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, also

sense of danger

unpredictability.

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