Chapter 274
Ella’s POV
I found Anya still sitting in her room after I left Alexander. She was still clutching the remnants of her beautiful red curls, now perched on the edge of her bed. Tears streamed down her face and her eyes were red–rimmed and puffy from crying.
The sight of such a sweet girl looking like that made my heart shatter all over again. And to think that it had happened all because she was competing for a man like Alexander… But I tried not to focus on that because I knew it would just make me angrier than I could manage.
“Come here,” I said, pulling out the small pair of scissors I’d taken from the kitchen. “Let me fix this mess.”
Anya looked up at me with those big, tear–filled eyes. “You’d really do that for me? I thought about going to the hairdresser, but I spent all of my remaining paycheck on the dress they cut up last night, and I don’t get paid again until—”
“Sit down.” I offered her what I hoped was an encouraging smile and patted the stool in front of the small vanity. “I can’t guarantee a stylist’s cut, but I think we can make this work.”
I spent the next hour carefully trimming and shaping what was left of her hair. Eventually, the jagged mess turned into a cute pixie cut that actually suited her incredibly well. It enhanced her big eyes and her round face, making her look like a beautiful starlet from a black and white film.
“There,” I said, stepping back to admire my work. “Much better.”
Anya turned to look at herself in the mirror, and her face lit up as she touched her curls. “Oh, wow. I actually really like it!”
“You should. It suits you.” And it really did. The short cut gave her a sort of gamine charm that the longer curls had hidden.
While Anya admired her new hairstyle in the mirror, I set the scissors aside and said, “I’ve decided to stay in the trial, by the way. Just to help you.”
The squeal that came out of Anya could have shattered glass. She whirled to look at me with her mouth agape. “Really? You’re really staying? Oh, Stella, this is wonderful! We can help each other through the rest of the trials and-”
“But I think there’s something you should know,” I cut her off. “If you’re going to be staying in the trial, I think you deserve the truth.” I took a deep breath. “Alpha Alexander said that whoever wins will be Luna in name only. The marriage will be purely professional. If you think you’re going to enter into a loving marriage, this isn’t it.”
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I watched Anya’s face as I spoke, waiting for her reaction. Deep down, part of me hoped she’d be horrified by the revelation. That she’d realize what a cold, calculating bastard Alexander really was and decide she didn’t want any part of this sham of a marriage.
Which was exactly what I should have done a very long time ago.
I couldn’t bear the thought of her going through what I had. Only eighteen years old and falling for a man who saw her as nothing more than a political prop. Spending years trying to earn his love only to realize it was never going to happen. I wouldn’t wish that kind of heartbreak on anyone, especially
not someone as sweet as Anya.
But to my surprise, her face didn’t change at all. If anything, she looked relieved.
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