Denis turned back hesitantly. What he saw was a young woman sitting straight on one of the couches in a blue dress. The elegant dress fitted her perfectly and flowed like a waterfall. Her wrists overlapped on top of her knee, and her hair was parted at a perfect angle.
Her eyes blinked, and Denis nearly fell off the chair in fright.
"L-Laurel?!"
Laurel finally got the chance she was waiting for. Despite the nervousness in her heart, she stood up to greet him. Sweat beaded under her palm, and she was tempted to wipe it, but the action seemed too weak, and she decided against it.
"Hello," Laurel said in an appropriately loud voice.
"Y-You -" Alpha Denis stumbled out of his chair, staring wide-eyed at Laurel, whose appearance did not match the girl he saw half a month ago.
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