Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: 89- Engagement Day I

Jasmine Smith:

(THE ROYAL ENGAGEMENT OF KING LUCIEN VOLKOV AND JASMINE SMITH)

The long-awaited day had finally arrived.

Amy leaned closer to inspect my face, "Put something warmer on. You need to complement her dress."

The makeup artist gave her a polite smile. "Of course, Your Highness," She dipped her brush into another shade.

"No, no. Not that one," Amy pointed at the palette. "That one."

I closed my eyes in annoyance. "Amy! Stop being a pain in the ass!"

"Pain?" She looked at me innocently. "I’m helping, Jas."

"You’ve been helping for forty minutes," Goddess. I couldn’t believe it. This was my engagement day, and my nerves were already on edge. Amy’s constant interruptions weren’t helping either.

"Jasmine!" She placed her hands on my shoulders. "Look how beautiful you look."

I pressed my lips together as the makeup artist tried very hard not to laugh. Amy picked up another palette from the table. "What about her lips? I think—"

"Amy!" I finally turned toward her. "Will you please shut up and let the poor woman do her job?"

Her mouth fell open. The makeup artist lowered her face, but I saw her shoulders shaking.

"You’re kicking your best friend out?" Amy seemed shocked. "On your engagement day?"

Before I could answer, Aliya appeared behind her. "I’ll handle this."

She grabbed Amy by the arm. "Come on, makeup expert."

"Hey! I was helping!"

"You were terrorizing my soon-to-be sister-in-law. Don’t forget she can behead you once she becomes the queen!"

I burst out laughing as Aliya dragged her toward the door.

Amy caught the frame with one hand. "Jasmine! Tell her to let me go!"

"Goodbye, Amy," I waved at her with a faint smile.

"You’re going to regret this!"

Aliya peeled her fingers from the frame one by one before finally pulling her outside. The door closed behind them.

Silence.

I met the makeup artist’s eyes through the mirror. "Sorry."

"Thank you," she whispered instead.

I laughed again.

At last, she was able to finish my makeup in peace. When she stepped away, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. My blue eyes looked brighter, my skin seemed almost flawless, and my hair had been swept away from my face with a few soft strands left around my cheeks.

But the real transformation happened when I entered the dressing area.

My sage-green gown waited for me on a mannequin. Two attendants helped me into it and fastened the back before arranging the enormous skirt around my feet. I slowly turned toward the mirror and felt my breath catch.

Mrs. Lucien Volkov. Queen Jasmine Volkov.

The off-shoulder neckline left my shoulders and collarbones bare, while the fitted bodice hugged my waist before opening into a magnificent ball-gown skirt. Hundreds of tiny sequins and stones had been worked into the fabric, scattered delicately rather than covering every inch.

Under the lights, they shimmered whenever I moved. It was elegant, and fit for royalty. Exactly what a future queen should wear.

A strange uneasiness suddenly stirred inside my chest. I frowned when I noticed my wolf’s restlessness.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"I don’t know. Something feels strange."

My smile faded. "Strange how."

"Like..." She seemed equally confused. "Like something is about to happen."

I stared at myself in the mirror. "You’re imagining things. We are so close to making this official."

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