Rebecca's POV
My personal maid stepped in, followed by one of Ethan's head servants. They were both carrying large garment bags and a jewelry case.
"Princess," Ethan's maid said with a respectful bow and a small, demure smile. "Alpha Ethan has requested that you dress in this. We are to bring you to him once you are ready."
"Where is he? Is everything alright?" I asked, my voice high with confusion.
The maids shared a secret look and smiled wider. "Let's get you dressed first, Princess. All will be revealed."
They moved with practiced speed, bathed me in scented oils, and began the transformation. They pulled a gown from the bag that stole my breath. It was a deep, crimson red—surprisingly, my favorite color. As they zipped me into it, the silk clung to my curves like a second skin, making my blonde hair pop and my sea-blue eyes glow.
