Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 94

Alina’s POV:

I glared at Coco. “I want Eos’ new dress from this season. Is there some mistake? What the hell is this?”

“No, there is no mistake, Miss Quinn. This is indeed the latest dress of this season from Eos,” Coco mumbled, glancing around nervously.

I grasped the dress from Coco’s hand. The quality of it was totally different from what I had expected. “This is not the one designed by Naphtali Bancroft by himself!”

Naphtali Bancroft was one of the finest designers and innovators acknowledged in the history of fashion. He had made an immense contribution to Eos — a brand that had a history of about a century. A werewolf would be recognized as a top-level celebrity only if he or she wore the clothes designed by him.

“You’re useless!” I threw the dress on the floor and took deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Miss Quinn, the one you opted for is the designer’s own collection. It’s not for sale.” Coco hurriedly picked up the dress from the floor and cautiously walked up to me. “Although this one wasn’t designed by Naphtali Bancroft himself, it is the work of a famous new designer of Eos. Many aristocrats are scrambling for this dress. It was originally not for sale either. But when you asked for it, the designer decided to lend it to you. Only your beauty and figure deserve this dress. You will be the noblest and the most gorgeous she-wolf at the ball. Prince Rufus would surely admire you.”

Coco’s words made me feel better, and the dress in her hands didn’t seem so terrible anymore. “But the color is a little too yellow.”

“No, this color will only accentuate your fair complexion,” Coco said.

“He is just a tailor who makes clothes. How could he be so arrogant?” I snorted, crossing my legs. Although I was still a little unhappy, Coco’s words successfully pleased me. I gave her an approving nod. “You surely know what I want. After all, you have been following me for so many years. Fine, I will wear this dress.”

Coco’s face broke into a triumphant smile. She handed me the delicate jewelry box and said, “This is a necklace from the queen. She wore it at her wedding. It’s invaluable. It proves how much she values you.”

“Really?” I couldn’t help but smile. I tried to hide my excitement and gently touched the necklace. “The diamond is a little small, but it’ll do.”

I picked the necklace and gently put it around my neck. “Not bad.”

“You look amazing, Miss Quinn! You’re so beautiful! You are the most beautiful she-wolf I’ve ever seen. Sooner or later, you will win Prince Rufus’ heart.” Coco crossed her hands over her chest and looked at me in awe.

Her reaction amused me, and I burst out laughing. “All right. Don’t flatter me,” I said, sliding my fingers across the necklace. “You have done a great job. Go and get your reward.”

“Yes, Miss Quinn! Thank you!” Coco smiled and hopped out happily. Finally, I felt relieved and slumped on the bed, feeling happier than ever.

I sighed and checked my phone leisurely. But as soon as I logged in to Instagram, an alluring photo popped up. It was the profile of a she-wolf; the comments under the picture were full of compliments. The she-wolf was wearing the dress designed by Naphtali Bancroft himself, which was not for sale. The very same dress I wanted but couldn’t have! My b***d boiled at the sight of the picture.

I was so angry that I threw my phone on the floor.