Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: 28. My Lady

Maisie

"It’s embarrassingly consistent with every powerful man in the world," Jenny relayed with a proud, naughty smirk. "The thing that doesn’t come easily is the thing they can’t stop thinking about."

"Step two," Regina continued. "Accept a dance from someone else. Someone new. Someone capable of sparkling jealousy. We’ve ruled down a number of Alpha heirs who might be the best choices. You must genuinely enjoy their company. Laugh. Flirt. From across the room, that reads as someone who is completely comfortable and doesn’t even notice they exist."

"And that is enough to trigger any man," Jenny giggles.

Even the second artisan–Fiona–nods in agreement.

I thought we were all way in over our heads, thinking anyone would even want to dance with me in the first place. But I continued to listen.

"Step three," Jenny chirped. "If one of them approaches you–and they will–and asks for a dance, you will decline. Politely, and find somewhere more interesting to be."

I gaped. "It’s a ball, Jenny. Let’s say we were delusional enough to think this could work, turning down a dance from a Lycan is, in the very least, scandalous. And unheard of."

Jenny’s grin flashed her perfect white teeth. "Which is why you’ll be the first to do this. You will be the girl whose attention they vie for, and that automatically, elevates you in that hall."

"The fourth step is tailored to each of them because they’re not the same." Regina pursed her lips. "And a blanket approach won’t work on all four of them..."

By the time Regina and Jenny were done explaining yet another mad plan, the dress was fitted around me.

Regina smiled, gripping me and turning me around to look in the mirror.

My breath got stuck in my throat.

That was not me.

I was staring at someone else. Someone beautiful, dark, shadowy, mysterious woman in red.

My eyes were coloured in dark make up. My lips were painted in sinful red that resembled a dark, glossed apple. The mask tied to my head was a lacy black, striking against my pale, delicate skin. From my ears dangled rubies from Jennys Dad’s fashion line.

And the dress...

Goddess, the dress.

It was red. A red so saturated it fell to black in the shadows and bled back to crimson where the light caught. It had a single shoulder and it ran stunningly into the plunging sweetheart neckline cupping my breasts firmly, while also giving enough cleavage away to tease.

The bodice fitted around my torso like it had been carved into my very skin, tapering into my waist drawn so tightly, it looked surreal.

It fanned out from there, feather-like lines of beading like dark fire running from hip to hem, crimson and black shifting against each other like something alive. The skirt split mid thigh, revealing my legs with every single step I took.

It was the most beautiful, dangerous and sexiest thing.

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