Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 37: The Dress Of Dreams!

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Lottie POV

guess we are doing your hair again.” Luna chuckled as she cleared up the items that had fallen to the floor in the scuffle with my father. I watched her work gracefully and waited for her to ask questions. Goddess knows she must have tons.. from what happened with my father and me…. to what happened with her sons and I, in the bathroom…

“Shit, she must hate me!” I groaned to Sage, who was busy pacing back and forth in my head like a caged animal.

“Sage?” I asked nervously, feeling her unease eat away at us.

“Are you going to reject them?” She blurted out, making me realise that her anger was aimed at me.. no one else.

“LI”

“Charlotte, come sit,” Luna commanded, and I obliged anything to stop me from. answering my wolf. And it seemed Luna didn’t have any questions for me, luckily.

“Please don’t!” Sage whimpered as she settled into the back of my mind. Both of us relaxed as Laura began to run her hands back through my hair. Twenty minutes later, she had discarded the bun for an elegant ponytail, my blonde hair scraped back into a sleek point, and my long icy hair had been straightened and hung down my back proudly. I couldn’t help but notice how she had yet again tried to keep my hair from my n*eck,

“Do you know what is expected of you tonight?” She asked casually as she sat in front of me, applying a light layer of natural makeup to my face. “Is that why your father was here?” Chewing my l*p, I thought about my visit with my father and

nodded.

“Kind of.” I explained, looking to the ceiling as she applied a generous layer of

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made me blush under her expert gaze. “The downside to having such expressive eyes, though, Charlotte, is

wasn’t a pleasant visit? He wasn’t here to congratulate

father to be warm and fuzzy!” I smiled sarcastically, hoping that was the

knew what was going through her mind and where she would be going after leaving my room.. straight to her mate to fill him in on my father’s behaviour. I couldn’t have that!

head.

all.” I lied, hoping I was convincing, but given the way she raised a brow at

to wear revealing?” I asked with a sigh, hoping to change the subject. I was genuinely apprehensive about seeing what they had. picked because I hated being the centre

She asked, holding her hand out to help me

“Because Connie always wears..”

look like a hooker?” Luna asked with a smirk

to respond to Luna being so catty. Old me would have giggled with her, but I was mated to her sons

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pushed a box across it to me. Running the soft silk bow through my fingers. I let out the breath I was holding and pulled the ribbon, lifted the lid and stared open–mouthed

running my finger over the soft lilac fabric I had seen once before in pictures from the ball where Luna had met her mate, our alpha, and her new life had begun. “Your dress?” I asked nervously. Looking up at my Luna to see her swallowing the lump in her throat while nodding to me. Luna looked beautiful that night from the pictures I had seen proudly displayed throughout the pack house in

wear this!” I gasped, “Somehow, it is more beautiful in person.” I smiled as I lifted it from the box to look at it closer. Not growing up with my mother, I would remember this feeling forever; I could only imagine this was a standard bonding experience between mother and daughter. Something I didn’t realise I missed

V–line n*eckline. “I am too old to

it deserves.”

will be so angry!”