Olivia's POV
Dalia and Miren walked into my room, carrying a dress on a hanger and a box of shoes in their hands.
"Alpha Gabriel said we should help you get dressed in this," Dalia muttered.
I swallowed hard, staring at the beautifully embroidered dress they held. It was stunning—fit for a queen. Maybe I should've felt excited, but I wasn't. The dream I had a few minutes ago still lingered in my mind. I didn't know who that lady was or why her words were still echoing in my head.
What did she mean when she said I would be punished? Was this some sort of game? And why was she able to speak to me through my dreams too?
At first, when she appeared on the rooftop, I convinced myself it was one of the triplets' tricks. But now… now I wasn't so sure. There was something about her—something I couldn't explain.
"Are you okay?" Dalia asked gently, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Yes," I lied. I was far from fine.