You're a princess

Touching the pin on her hair, Emberlynn turned to Betsy as she swatted her hand.

"You are going to ruin it!" Betsy scolded.

That was precisely what Emberlynn desired to do. She wished to ruin the hair, wipe the subtle makeup on her face, and slip out of the dress she had been forced to wear.

The dress was modest and, at the same time, not so modest. She wondered if Damien had chosen it or if it was Betsy's doing, as she was the one in charge of her wardrobe now.

Emberlynn wasn't made to pick a cloth for herself; Betsy did all that, and when asked, Betsy said the Luna wasn't allowed to do such a thing.

Perhaps it was a good thing as she knew little to nothing about fashion; worse was she had yet to understand the styles of the pack house.

But she'd have very much preferred to choose her clothes rather than let someone do that for her.

The neckline of the dress revealed more than she'd have wanted it to. Part of her breasts were on display, and she imagined Damien berating her for showi