Chapter 113. Three Dashing Werewolf Alphas

Catherine’s POV

It was already after 8 p. m. when I was finally done with the stylist. It was torturous. No wonder Sam wanted me to start early.

I sighed as I slipped on my shoes. The boys arranged for a stylist to do my hair, makeup, and nails.

I couldn’t complain; I looked like some princess from a fairytale book.

I pushed my wheelchair to my dressing table and reached for my jewelry box.

I was thinking of wearing the freshwater pearls I got for my last birthday with the new silver satin dress the boys gifted me.

Grey left the new dress in my room earlier with a single white rose and a card attached to it, with five little words written on the card: “There is more to come!”

I reached for my jewelry box, pulled it closer to me, and started searching for the jewelry.

A knock on the door interrupted my search, and I turned my attention to the door.

“It’s open,” I called, turning the wheelchair to face the door.

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