The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 753

Sylvia's POV:

I scoured through my phone and dialed Maya's number. Drawing a deep sigh, I explained that I was fine and ready to go back.

I could almost hear her relief over the phone, and she told me that she would be waiting for me at the gate of the palace.

I echoed the relief that Maya felt with a sigh, wiped the sweat on my forehead and hung up the phone.

A chuckle escaped Blair, who was standing next to me with his signature smirk. He walked away just when I parted my lips for a question, leaving me wondering what he found amusing.

My brows furrowed. It seemed to me that Blair was getting weirder as days passed by. The flower that was cultivated and nourished by Noreen's blood might lift the curse on him, but sometimes it also seemed to change him into an entirely different person.

We did not have to walk for long before the gate of the palace came into view, and I saw Maya running over from a long distance. As she neared us, she registered Blair's presence and granted him a surprised look.

"I bumped into him on the way," I explained.

Maya didn't say anything in response to my statement. Instead, she greeted Blair before winking at me and coupling it with a mysterious smile. What could have gotten into her head?

Before I could figure out what her expression meant, her hands found my arms, and she pulled me away until we found ourselves treading the path all the way to a small and exquisite palace. As we closed in on the palace, I could make out a rough estimation of a dozen maids waiting for our arrival. The second I set foot inside, they started to help me dress up without saying anything. They looked like busy bees minus the buzzing, only the working.

I couldn't have chosen any better way to show how confused I was than to crinkle up my face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos, I grabbed Maya and asked, "What are they doing? Is there a dinner party tonight?"

Maya covered her mouth, but it didn't stifle her giggles. I didn't take any offense about her amusement at my unawareness; instead I was just really confused. "Miss Todd, you'll know, eventually."

"No. You better give me a heads up, so that I can mentally prepare myself—"

As if I wasn't dragged around enough for today, I was again yanked and led to the dressing room, in courtesy of the maids. The flashbacks of when I first came to the palace to attend the banquet swamped me.

Probably because I was in the delicate stages of pregnancy, the maids didn't prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock they clad me with was a slightly loose and off the shoulder dress.