Amelia's POV:
I stared at the wardrobe in the room which was bursting at the seams with gowns. It was a bit overwhelming, I had never had such fine clothes before. Just by touching the fabric alone I could tell it was quality material.
I exhaled softly through my nose. This felt too much. Like alpha Richard was planning something only he knew about.
And the fact that these dresses had taken three days to make. I had a mental image of alpha Richard imposing and making the dressmakers do even more work than necessary to get them done.
In those tree days, dinner with him had become a regular occurrence. Every night it was somethig different. The chance to experience such fine dining made me feel like I was in a dream.
A dream I would soon wake up from.
Still I was bored out of my mind
