From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223 The Rip

Chapter 223 The Rip

ELOISE.

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I got more nervous as time went on. Everybody went and did their big one, but the designer I was walking for wanted his own to be behind, and it didn’t help when some of the models came back and started whispering about how hot the King he is, that he was around.

I could finish the walk and then sit down before he arrives, but of course, it was Damon, he would not miss it. I sighed and waited, looking at myself in the mirror. The dress looked good, I liked it.

It bugged all my curves very well, and it felt firm against my skin. I hope he likes it.

I took my phone and called Tyler.

“My Queen,” he said after picking up after the second ring.

“How’s it going?” I asked.

“It’s going quite well, we have everything set up, we want Summer to do her last work before we put it on the screens,” he said, and I nodded.

“Okay, that makes sense. And you have everything available, all th files you sent to me?” I asked just ti be sure because this plan had to work, I needed people to see that Summer was not who she really said she was.

Especially my family, but at the end of the day, I still felt like they were going to believe what they wanted to, but at least the people of the pack will know the truth.

“Yes, my Queen. Everything is ready. We need to press enter for the files and videos to be everywhere,” he said.

“Good, you’re doing a good job, Tyler. I’ll forward you the rest of your payment after the show.” I told him.

“Of course, my Queen. Thank you,” he said, and I hung up.

Everything was in place now; the only thing left was to watch how it unfolded.

The door opened, and the designer stuck his head in.

“My Queen, it’s time,” he said with a smile.

For some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable around the guy. He acted off, and there was something about his smile that made my skin crawl. I didn’t want to use the opportunity of being a Queen; I actually wanted to change him before today. I knew he was assigned to me, but at the end of the day, I just left it.

It couldn’t be that bad; the show was just for a day, and if I had told Damon, he would have definitely done something about it. was just happy that everything was about to be over with.

“Oh, okay,” I said, standing up and looking myself in the mirror one last time. After I breathed in and out and felt ready, I walked out to the outer part of the backstage area, and I started hearing compliments from the model.

“My Queen, you look absolutely beautiful,” one of them said, and I smiled.

“Thank you,” I replied, and the compliments went on and on.

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Chapter 223 The Rip

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Before I could step onto the stage, Scotty appeared in front of me with a smile.

“My Queen, you look stunning,” she said with a smile, holding a brush and a palette.

“Thank you, Scotty.”

“I want to touch up your make–up quickly,” she said, and I nodded.

She got to the job immediately, reapplying some powders on my face and then concealing it.

“And there it is,” she said. “Im done.”

None of the backstage organisers could actually disturb me about time, they were smiling at me because, of course, they wouldn’t want to fall on my bad side.

“Thank you, my love.”

“You’re welcome, my Queen,” she said with a blush on her face.

“Make sure to see me after the show,” I told her.

“Really?” she asked, excited.

“Yes, I want to show you around the palace, so we should pick a date,” I told her, and she couldn’t help but smile wider.

“My goodness. I will definitely see you. Thank you, my Queen,” she bowed.

“It’s fine. See you later.” I said, and she bowed.

“My Queen, let me also do some last–minute adjustments,” the designer said, turning Mr around with his hand and adjusting something at my neck, the zip, and then the hip area.

“Are you comfortable enough to walk?” he asked.

**Yes.”

“It’s not too tight?”

“No. It’s comfortable.” I told him.

“Okay then, I’m glad. You’re ready, go kill it, my Queen,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready, my Queen?” the backstage organiser asked.

“Yes, I am.”

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