The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 45 The night of the Gala came quickly. I had spent the last few days running ragged, performing errands for the Old Luna and trying to find time to work in the garden when I could. I hadn't seen Gideon since the day he'd given me the key to his office. Sometimes when I walked past his room I thought I heard him walking around inside, but I didn't have a reason to bother him. I did use his office several times though, and one time he'd left me a note on the desk. "Avery, What's your ring size? G" Very romantic.

I'd scribbled a large "5" on the paper, and the next time I'd come back, the note was gone. I took that to mean that Gideon was continuing the preparations for our wedding, but this was the strangest engagement I'd ever heard of. I felt like most couples would be having romantic dinners, talking about their plans for family, and dreaming of the future. My dinners were cold plates delivered by the kitchen when I remembered to ask for them, eaten alone while I worked. I had no idea what Gideon was up to, like usual.

Now I stared at the dress laying on my bed and realized that I had no idea what Gideon was wearing, or if we'd match at the Gala. It seemed so trivial but I was kicking myself that in all of my planning I hadn't thought to coordinate that. Camila, Gideon's sister, arrived in my room so we could help each other with hair and makeup and we spent some time getting ready. While we worked, I took the opportunity to ask a question that had been bothering me. "Anyone with an eyepatch?" Camila frowned, "A man, you say? No, can't say that I have seen anyone like that.

tell her that it was someone who had kissed me in a weird dream I had, and that some of my dreams sometimes come true. If I started saying stuff like that, people would start looking at me funny. When we were finished getting ready, we stared at our reflections

hair and skin wonderfully. It was the prettiest I had ever felt. I headed towards the ceremony hall to inspect the final preparations for the Gala. Every table around the

analyzed my invoices, but didn't see anything similar to these. "Oh, those are Angelica flowers." I turned to see the girl I had talked to outside the kitchen the other night,