Chapter Eighty-One

Alix pov

"Oh my god, definitely the dress," Claire said, clapping her hand.

I bowed playfully, but when I looked in the mirror, the dress was truly beautiful and fit around my curves like a glove.

"Yes, but I will still adjust the straps a bit here; we don't want your breasts to fall out while you dance with the Alpha," Crystal said, touching the shoulder area.

"It looks okay to me. Are you sure that it needs adjusting?" Claire asked her

Crystal was about to answer her, but Regina beat her to it.

"You would not know. You are not a stylist anyway."

"Regina shut up," Crystal said, then turned to Claire.

"She does not mean that, ma'am."

"Yes, she does, or she would not have rolled her eyes just now when you apologized to her. Come closer, Regina, or I will let my mate know about this insult. What do you think he will do?"

Her head snapped to Claire, and she came closer. "I did not mean any disrespect, ma'am. It was just a reflex action; I talk like that