The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Flora quickly dragged me to the lounge. Every guest had been assigned a private lounge. There was a large pile of snacks on the table of this one, all of which were Flora's favorite. It was obvious that Warren had thoughtfully arranged for them. It was evident that Flora had lived a good life in the past five years. I presumed that Warren spoiled her a lot, and his subordinates also had immense respect for her.

"Sit down." Flora animatedly pulled me to the sofa, then ripped my mask off my face and sat in thought for a while. "Let me apply some light makeup for you. Why do you look ill?" "I've come down with a cold today," I explained.

Flora reached her hand out and checked my forehead. "Fortunately, you don't have a fever."

At this moment, the door of the lounge was thrown open, and a well-dressed werewolf walked in, followed by several assistants. They came in bearing numerous dresses and a lot of jewelry. "This is my personal designer, Muschel." Flora greeted the werewolf and pushed me in front of him. "I'll leave her in your hands. Dress her to be the most gorgeous lady at the ball."

Muschel swept his eyes over me in surprise and praised me, "Oh my God, babe, your eyes are so stunning. You don't even require contact lenses or any eye shadow."

people paid me direct compliments.

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words for a moment and said, "Actually, that's not necessary. I just want

whether the nobility or the aristocrats, or even the ordinary maids and waitresses, are trying to look their best. You will stand out more if you're plainly dressed. You'll look like a duck among swans," Flora explained as she picked

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finally done, Flora eyed me with satisfaction and said, "That's perfect. Do you feel like a

look for my kids. Isn't this dress a bit too much?" Feeling uncomfortable, I crossed my arms across my chest. This dress was too revealing. Not only was

and glamorous! This red color looks like it's made for you. You will be the most gorgeous she-wolf at the ball." Flora winked at me and studied

laugh. Fortunately, Muschel noticed my embarrassment and discomfort and placed a white shawl over my