Third Person’s POV
Under rissa’s guidance, Zelda conducted herself with decorum while retaining her <b>vivacity </b>
Yet, she inherited a touch of Prisci’s sharpness.
Normally reticent, she would not bandy words, but this mother–daughter duo’s audacity to embarrass Adide in public was intolerable. Did they think Princess Zelda was nonexistent?
Adide felt a swell of pride in Zelda, not for standing up for her, but for Zelda’s inner strength beneath her gentle exterior.
Previously worried Zelda might be like Melinda post–mating, Adide now saw otherwise.
Zelda’s mild manners hid a steely resolve.
Without sparing the duo a nce, Adide said to Zelda, “Let’s go. I brought some pink diamonds today<b>. </b>I want to have a pink diamond–studded crown made for you. I wonder if the store owner can…
“Possible, of course!” the store owner interjected eagerly.
“Whenever Luna Adidemands, our store is at your service.”
Adide gently poked Zelda’s nose. “Let’s pick out the jewelry. Whatever you fancy, it’s yours <i>today</i>.”
The two ascended the stairs arm in arm. Paisley cast a cold nce at Sabrina and Rosemary before following.
Sabrina was beside herself with rage.
A pink diamond headpiece? Adide would gift her any jewelry from the third floor?
Once, Adide had gifted her jewels and seasonal attire with generosity, even promising a substantial mating gift.
Now Adide was preparing gifts for others…
Today, apanying Gloria to select essories, Gloria had only browsed the first floor, nowhere near the third floor’s elite pieces.
Why such disparity between people?/
Sabrina felt the guests‘ scornful stares and her wolf ears ttened, her silver–grey wolf hairs bristling with shame. Her Bloodmoon Pack’s pine pheromones sharpened instinctively.
She spun around and seized Gloria’s arm, her knuckles whitening as wolf ws threatened to emerge. “Luna Gloria, I’m going to the third floor too.”
Gloria seethed internally, her cedar pheromones turbulent.
She had reluctantly funded Sabrina’s mating jewelry.
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Chapter <b>378 </b>
<b>As </b>the pack’s Luna, she could contribute, but now she was expected to bear the full costs
Unconsciously stroking the silver chain on her wrist, her knuckles cracked faimly—a sign <b>of </b><b>imminent </b>partial shifting.
She had never wished to visit the Golden Jewelry Store.
Prices were exorbitant, and she’d nned to purchase from an ordinary store. But Rosemary insisted Sabrina couldn’t join the Glenveil Pack looking shabby.
Mating jewelry should be exquisite and costly to showcase her virtue.
Bound by Rosemary’s words, Gloria reluctantly brought them to the <i>store</i><i>. </i>
She intended to browse the first floor only, but Adide’s arrival had Sabrina insisting on the third floor<i>. </i>
Gloria mentally cursed, “Did Sabrina realize their Bloodmoon Pack was a mere shell? Did she not see her family draining her resources? Yet here she was, demanding to go upstairs.”
With numerous eyes upon her, Gloria swallowed her pride. Suppressing her growl, she retracted her ws and forced a smile. “Let’s visit the second floor. The third floor isn’t necessary.”
But Sabrina, in a huff, her silver–grey wolf ears ring and sulfuric pheromones billowing with fury, retorted, “I want to go to the third floor and make a purchase. Our pack isn’t destitute. Alpha Ulrik has received rewards.”
Gloria’s chest heaved with suppressed cedar dominance.
The five million dors wasn’t a mountain of gold. Was it inexhaustible?
Her nape nds warmed with anger, and Alpha–mate pheromones leaked uncontrobly.
“Go ahead, visit the third floor,” Rosemary said coolly.
Her aged cedar pheromones carried the old Luna’s pressure, like a thin sheet of ice over the air. “Just a piece or two–elegance over quantity<i>.</i>”
Her vertical pupils contracted behind her lenses, her wolf tail sweeping the floor beneath her skirt–a gesture that hinted at her intent to observe what Adide would select for the princess.
Previously, Adide had never gifted Sabrina third–floor jewelry.
She was determined to say something upstairs, even just a single sentence, to convey the message to the third–floor guests. After all, those guests were the true nobility of the city.
Gloria led them to the third floor, each step like treading on hot coals. The silver chain in her palm grew scorching.
The third floor’s decor diverged from the first two, favoring elegance over opulence.
Whilecking the grandeur of the lower floors, a closer look revealed fine wood in every disy case and table.
Unlike the first two floors, the third housed only one showcase, with the rest being private rooms offering
09:01 <b>Fri</b>, 18 Jul
coffee, pastries, and discreet service for leisurely browsing..