Hailee's POV
I had just taken my bath when a soft knock came at my door.
"Come in," I gestured.
The door creaked open, and one of the maids stepped in, carrying a carefully folded dress draped over her arms. It was a deep shade of blue. It was silky and elegant.
"Alpha Callum asked me to bring this for you, ma'am," she said gently, lowering her gaze in respect. "He said it would suit you for tonight's festival."
I stared at it for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Thank you."
She curtsied slightly and left, shutting the door silently behind her.
The room fell quiet again, and I turned back to the dress. It was beautiful — the kind of thing meant for royalty. But right now, it felt like a costume. Like I was dressing up for a life that didn't fit me anymore.
Still, I put it on.