Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277: I Want No One To Recognize Me

(Author’s POV)

"Fine, I’ll go, I’ll go," Myra replied as she had no other choice left. But then something clicked in her mind, and she added, "Yel, but you will have to do me a favor."

"What favor between us, uh~? You just need to say the word. And it will be done," Yelena assured her and gave her a wink. "But, tell me, what is it?"

"Let’s go to my room first," Myra uttered, her face laced with a look full of determination. After saying this, she held Yelena’s wrist and dragged her upstairs to her room. Wendy followed them in tow with the garment bags.

As soon as the door was shut, Yelena asked, "Now tell me, what is it? Why are you being all secretive?"

"I want you to cut my hair. Can you do it for me?" Myra asked with a hint of uncertainty.

"Just that~ ... huhh? That’s easy peasy. I will do that. It’s just trimming a bit," Yelena picked up the comb and started searching for the scissors as she replied.

"No, not trimming it. I want to shorten the length, change my style," Myra stated. "I want to try something new. And also~ .... Wendy, can you do my makeover? I want to change my look completely."

Both Wendy and Yelena’s brows furrowed at her last sentence, "But you aren’t into makeup and makeovers? What’s up with you today?" Yelena questioned. "You even said that you don’t want any kind of transformation?"

"Remember, you said this to me before, that I should let loose, to try new things, to be a bit bold? Hmm~ .... Now I want to follow your advice. I want to try something new for once. I want to feel different at this event. I want the people who are attending the event to feel that they are meeting me for the very first time," Myra smiled and spoke. Then she muttered under her breath, "I want nobody to recognize me."

Yelena’s eyes lit up at Myra’s words as she smacked her back enthusiastically, "Finally, we are talking, baby. Trust me, Wendy and I we will make sure you look as well as feel different today. I assure you, even Aunt Sandra and Uncle William will be surprised by your transformation today." As if remembering something, she clapped and added, "Ohhh~ ... I have the perfect dress for you. Now, I can finally use it ..." She was getting way too excited, thinking about how to doll Myra up.

Wendy joined in. She was as surprised and ardent as Yelena for this one. She asked as she held up all the garment bags, "So, which one out of these is it?"

"None of them, sweetheart. Can you go to my room and bring the black garment bag for me? It’s in my wardrobe," Yelena instructed as she picked up the pair of scissors from the drawer.

"On it," Wendy scurried out of the room to get the bag.

Yelena then remarked, "The place will be full of influential people. I have even heard there are more than five hundred guests on the guest list who have RSVP’d. And~ .... from my experience I can tell that they will all be glammed up in couture wear and doused in top famous designer brands ......" She then explained, "You see, these kinds of events may seem formal and proper on the outside, but it is a way to show off one’s enormous wealth and style. And with so many wealthy moguls, they will go all out to stand out. It’s like a red carpet from those high end award functions. So, trust me ...... I will make you look just the part. So, you will blend in well. Trust this friend of yours." Saying this, she got all excited again.

Soon, Wendy returned with the garment bag, and as soon as she entered, she uttered ecstatically, "WHOA! .... Sis Yel, I didn’t know you had such a gorgeous dress in your closet. It is truly breathtaking. You have great taste."

Yelena chuckled, "Yeah, I know. Your sister will slay in this dress. You just wait." A meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"Let me see what I am going to wear as well," Myra was quick to say, but Yelena shut it down, "No, would do please. You will see the final look. You just have to trust me. I won’t make you look like a fool."

Although Myra was reluctant but she entrusted herself to Wendy and Yelena’s hands as they both started working their magic on her.

Yelena asked Myra to sit on the stool and started shearing her hair like a professional hairstylist. She even covered the mirror so that Myra couldn’t see what she was doing. She wanted this to be a surprise for her as well.

Meanwhile, Wendy googled online for some makeup inspirations and found one that would go just right with the dress.

Myra only heard the snipping sound as she felt her hair length getting shorter and shorter, and the voices of her friend and sister discussing about what would suit her best.

They didn’t even allow Myra to open her eyes while helping her into her dress.

With an extra zip in her step, Myra walked out of her room and down the stairs.

Her heels click clacked, making a slow, rhythmic sound as she descended. Sandra, who was just about to go out for her work, was flabbergasted to see Myra, her mouth hung open.

Myra licked her lips and asked, nervously, "How do I look, mom?"

"Are you really my Myra? I couldn’t recognize you there for a second. You look so~ ... This really suits you. You look gorgeous, my baby," Sandra remarked, still in shock as she approached her daughter.

"Didn’t I tell you, your mom won’t be able to recognize you? I guess my words turned out to be true. I should be a fortune teller," Yelena came in a chic, crimson tight fitting, mid length dress.

Sandra chuckled and then said, "But something is missing ...."

"Missing ..." Yelena started checking Myra’s face, then her outfit, then the accessories, and everything there was to check.

"Give me a second," Sandra walked inside her room.

Wendy also came down by now. She was in a dark champagne hued A-line corset dress, the one she had been saving for an important occasion.

Sandra soon came out with something in hand and handed it over to Myra., "Here, now your look is complete." It was her most precious silver rhinestone embedded clutch that William had given her on their tenth anniversary. In fear that it would get damaged, she never really used it.

To Be Continued . . . . . .