The Alpha's Complicated Destiny novel Chapter 6

I wasn't able to step outside the palace after that specific night. I couldn't even meet my friends anymore and my brother intentionally gave me a bunch of documents to read as a punishment. I also made a one by one apology letter to all those nobles and royalties that I ditched during my birthday party. Hah, it was really a traumatizing week.

"Princess Yvania, the king said that you need to prepare for the ball now. The hairstylist and the makeup artist is already on the way."

My eyes widened in excitement. This would be my first time attending the ball. After being grounded for almost 1 week, I could finally go outside and socialize, not with vampires but with werewolves.

I've been curious about their kind and I really want to know more about their life. We don't have a good relationship with them but I do hope that they would–at least–act civil with us even just for a night.

"Alright. I'm going to get dressed and you don't need to assist me anymore," I answered as I gave her a sweet smile. "You can go now."

The maid politely bowed her head before she left. I went to my bed and I happily opened the box that was delivered earlier in the morning. Just like what I expected, it was a black glittery floor length dress that I ordered two days ago. It looks so fancy!

I quickly took a hot bath before I wore the dress. I like the fabric and it was really comfortable to wear. I went to the full-length mirror to check myself and I can't help but to mentally praise the designer and the seamstress who perfectly made the dress. It looks gorgeous!

"Princess, they are already down–oh my, you look really stunning, your highness!"

My gaze went to the maid who was about to say something. Her mouth gaped open as she look at me from head to toe. "Thank you," I sincerely said. I admit, the dress looks really good on me and it perfectly compliments my porcelain skin.

"Please do a simple makeup only and I'm okay with any hairstyle as long as it will look good on me," I said when the hairstylist and the makeup artist arrived.

Whenever I see my reflection in the mirror, I always remember my mom who died because of me. I want to see how she looks like so I went to my grandfather's house. He was kind and he treated me like a granddaughter. He also toured me in the house and he even showed a painting of my mother.

I remember looking at the painting full of longing, happiness, and sadness. I was too overwhelmed with the fact that me and my mother look exactly the same except for the color of our hair.

I could even remember every details of her face even though it was already three years ago; from her perfectly-shape cupid bow's lips to her pointed nose and dark brown eyes, from her long legs to her hourglass figure and delicate skin. She also have some small freckles around her nose which I obviously inherited.

"You look perfect, princess!"

Just like what I asked, the makeup artist did a simple makeup only that could highlight my features.

"Do you like your hair, princess?" Rhea, the hairstylist, asked with a hopeful voice. I look at the mirror and check my hair. It was a sophisticated exquisite chignon with a dutch braid accent and was enhanced by my disheveled soft hair sliding back beneath the braid and integrating into the chignon.

"It looks really good," I answered.

"How about your makeup, princess?" It was Avi who asked this time.

"It looks simple but elegant. Thank you so much Avi and Rhea for doing my hair and makeup." I smiled.