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39. Genevieve

Everyone swooned as Freya walked down the aisle on her fathers arm. Alexander appeared ten feet tall, chest puffed, dark eyes blazing as his peers cooed. Helena waited at the top of the aisle with the proudest smile on her face.

I was focused on the slightly-rumpled Phillipe, unsure whether his eyes being green today was good or bad. Freya's white and green gown is a Grecian wonder of soft, flowing pale silk. Enhancing her shape perfectly, with a low cust bust, twisting green garlands and a delicate white satin cloak, she made a perfect Luna.

Nikolai’s gaze was focused in the same direction, although Phillipe did not seem to notice either of us. He smiled broadly as he took Freya’s delicate hand. His white hair was styled into a sky-high twisting spike of drama. However his suit was grey with purple piping. Really he should have worn an element of green like everyone else.

/Or blue to represent the right wolf/ Priya growled, her voice laced with hostility. NIkolai remained silent, s
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