The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 279

Chapter 279

Ella’s POV

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The morning of the charity event, Anya came to me bright and early and practically dragged me into her room to help me get ready. She’d finished the dress the night before–or rather, we’d finished it together at three in the morning–and now she wanted me to try it on one more time before the event.

“I still can’t believe you actually made this,” I said as she helped me into the gown. “You could make a real career out of fashion design, you know. If the Luma Trial doesn’t work out for you,”

Anya’s hands stilled on the zipper. “You really think so?”

“Are you kidding?” I smoothed my hands down the front of the dress. The cream silk felt cool against my skin, and the beading we’d spent hours sewing caught the morning light streaming through the window. “This is incredible. I’ve seen professional designers create worse.”

And I had. Back when I was Luna, I’d attended enough charity galas to know what passed for high fashion in our world. Anya’s work was better than half the gowns I’d worn at those events, and she’d done it all with a fraction of the budget and resources.

“I don’t know,” Anya said, although she was smiling wanly. “Fashion design seems like such a pipe dream. My family needs stability, not… not dreams.”

My heart ached. Anya was eighteen years old and already giving up on her dreams because she had to be practical. Because her mother was sick and her brothers needed books for school and her father worked himself to death in the mines.

Meanwhile, I’d spent my entire first life being handed everything on a silver platter, and what had I done with it? Wasted it chasing after a man who never loved me.

“Just promise me you’ll think about it,” I said. “After all this is over.”

Anya nodded, then stepped back to look at me. Her face split into a grin. “Goddess, Stella. You look amazing.”

to face the small mirror in her room. The dress fit

the beading we’d added to the straps and hem made the whole thing shimmer when I moved. It was elegant without being too formal, sexy without being

first time in a while, I felt pretty–no longer wearing

to impress anyone. I was just

when he saw

the room was already bustling with the other contestants. A small stage had been set up at one end for performances, and

various acts. One woman was doing contortions in the corner, which was really impressive. Another was playing the violin. A duet was playing the piano together. I spotted Sophia standing near one of the bigger stages

a small platform for me to stand on, elegant lighting to show off the dress, and a sign with our

pack members and their families, along with some visiting dignitaries from neighboring territories. I stood on the platform while Anya explained the dress to anyone who stopped by, and I

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right off the bat, dropping a wad

another woman

a man called out.

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all day, along with the custom orders for similar dresses. By sunset, Anya was beaming with her hands practically stuffed with custom order tickets, and I also couldn’t help but smile

it was

Sophia’s POV

the ballroom as that Omega bitch

Stella had said she was dropping out of the trial, that she had no interest in becoming Luna, and Sophia had believed her. Had actually relaxed for once, thinking that the biggest threat to her plans had removed itself from the equation without her having to lift a

model, letting everyone gawk at her like she was the main attraction instead of just another desperate Omega

that dress.

it hugged her curves, the way the beading caught the light–Sophia hated to admit it, but whoever designed it knew what they were doing. And of course Stella had the body to pull it off. Tall and lean,

in all the