Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 216

Astrid’s POV

Trepidation crept up my spine as I silently followed the sewing manager, who called us out because there was something he wanted to show us.

I fell one step behind him, not trusting him fully. Glancing sidelong, I motioned for my most trusted attendant to fall in beside me.

I decided to bring her along with me, just in case something happened. Today is my introduction ceremony, and I couldn’t be too sure of my safety.

Something bad had already happened with the dress. I couldn’t expect that things would go on smoothly.

This could be a trap to lure me out. With my trusted attendant by my side, I will be reassured in case any unforeseen challenges arise.

I know not everyone has already accepted me as Alpha Theron’s daughter, and Asha is one of them.

Knowing what Asha is like, I’m sure she would try all that she could to stop the ceremony from happening smoothly.

Even though I still had no idea about what happened to the dress, I’m already sure that she is the person behind this problem.

I had to be careful or else Asha could win this time and really ruin the whole ceremony.

The sewing manager pushed the huge mahogany doors, and then we barged inside.

The first thing I saw inside the room were the seamstresses working together, stitching designs on a torn dress.

When they saw me coming, they instantly dropped the dress and stood up to bow their heads to me.

“Miss Astrid, this is the dress that you were supposed to wear today,” the sewing manager explained as he took the dress and showed it to me.

My brows furrowed when I saw the torn-up fabric. Some of the torn fabric was already stitched together with designs, but the dress was torn in a lot of pieces that were almost unwearable.

It would take it least days to stitch all these together without making it look like the fabric was torn to pieces.

“Last night, we showed this dress to Alpha Theron and he was so happy with it. However, when we were about to deliver your dress to your room this morning, we were just surprised to see that the dress were already torn to pieces,” the sewing manager explained as I took a look at the torn white dress.

I felt bad as I admired the immaculate white dress that I was supposed to wear today. The pristine white gown seemed to glow with an almost ethereal luminescence. It’s such a pity that no one got to wear it before it was ruined.

“Who did this?” I asked him as I caressed the dress’s soft fabric. It is impeccably smooth with layers of expensive fabric. Wearing this dress would feel like wearing a cloud literally.

“It was Miss Asha,” he answered bitterly. He hid his face from mine to hide the scowl that formed on his face. “After Alpha Theron saw and approved the dress, she sneaked in and torn the dress into pieces.”