The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416: Skimpy Dresses Can Do

[Meredith]

"So," I said, tilting my head, "what should I wear for breakfast?"

"Whatever you want," he said easily. "You don’t need to think too hard about it."

I raised a brow, pretending to consider. "Even skimpy dresses can do?"

That caught his attention. His head turned, eyes narrowing faintly. "Since when do you have skimpy dresses?"

I gave a small shrug, biting back a smile. "Who knows? Maybe I’ve been hiding them."

He exhaled through his nose, amused but unfooled. "You haven’t," he said with a dry tone.

I looked away, feigning innocence and feeling an odd satisfaction at the way his gaze stayed on me a little longer than usual.

Then, he finally pointed toward a side door. "The dressing room is that way."

I smiled softly, with an almost playful curve of my lips, and walked past him. "Thank you," I murmured.

The adjoining dressing room was large enough to be its own chamber.

Light filtered through gauzy curtains, glinting off neat rows of wardrobes, shelves, and drawers. I stopped for a moment, taking it in.

Our things had already been arranged—my dresses and personal effects placed neatly on one side, his clothing and personal stuff on the other.

The symmetry of it struck me. Two halves, clearly defined, yet sharing one space.

I moved toward my shelf, fingers brushing over the polished handles before opening it. The familiar scent of vanilla, lavender oil, and pressed fabric rose to meet me.

My eyes drifted over the array of gowns until they caught on a simple white dress with batwing sleeves. It was elegant, comfortable, and nothing too formal.

Immediately, I pulled it out.

A few minutes later, I slipped it on and crossed to the vanity table.

The mirror reflected a version of me that still felt half-unfamiliar: cleaner, calmer, with just a trace of tiredness beneath the eyes.

I picked up a powder brush and dabbed it lightly across my face, then reached for a nude lipstick.

As I worked, a thought crossed my mind—practical, but persistent.

Would my maidservants still come in every morning, as they did before?

It was unlikely. Now that Draven and I shared a room, the servants would think twice before entering unannounced. They were loyal, but not foolish.

Still, it was strange to imagine starting each day alone again, though, I supposed, not truly alone.

My gaze drifted to my reflection. My hair was still half-damp, curling faintly at the ends. I sighed, scanning the vanity table until I noticed the small brass handles on the drawers.

The third one slid open with a soft click. Inside lay a hand dryer, carefully placed and wrapped with its cord. Relief warmed me. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Then, I found a socket by the vanity’s side and plugged it in. The machine hummed to life, its gentle heat filling the quiet room.

The rhythmic sound almost lulled me until I caught a flicker of movement in the mirror.

Draven stepped through the doorway, the faint mist of steam still clinging to him. A towel hung low around his waist, water tracing slow paths down his chest.

For a second, the sound of the dryer faltered as my hand hesitated midair.

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