Third Person's POV
Beautiful as a painting. For the first time in her life, Seraphina actually felt like that phrase applied to her own reflection.
She finally understood what Wilda meant when she complimented her once. "You're so gorgeous. If you ever actually dress up, you'll be stunned by your own beauty."
Good. Now she got it.
She really was stunned by the girl in the mirror. The stylist's uncontrollable gasp echoed in her ear again, "Luna Seraphina, you look absolutely breathtaking."
Just then, the doorbell rang.
The stylist ran over to open it. "Mr. Craig, you're here."
Mortimer walked in. An unsuppressed, heavy Alpha aura instantly spread across the room.
Like a proud artist showing off her masterpiece, the stylist smiled at Mortimer. "Sir, you never bring Luna Seraphina out
