Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 36 - Covered Hourglasses & Completed Sudden Tasks-es

Chapter 36: Chapter 36 - Covered Hourglasses & Completed Sudden Tasks-es
I stepped into a
private room
this time to change when she returned with the set. The fit of both pieces were surprisingly
comfortable
.
Supporting without constricting... even with the rather
generous proportions
this body possessed compared to others I’ve seen.
The bra design was quite a marvel. That
meticulous
spider functioning as our tailor would probably do a better job of it - but
not by much
.
"How does it feel?"
Anise questioned from the other side of the door when I took a while
posing at myself
in the provided mirror. I replied with usual
royal arrogance
.
"Acceptable."
Privately, I had to admit it was better than that. After days spent in
nothing
... this felt like an
important step
toward fitting into ’civilization’.
When I open the door to show off, her hand immediately
covers a laugh
. She points to the robe I left
on the floor
.
> Right, cameras. Why didn’t you warn me? <
Heh... I’m not sure what a
scathing observation
should truly look like from a wolf spirit, but...
that was it
. Vrika is unwilling to take the blame!
"It looked excellent on you, for what it’s worth. Shall we move on to selecting the rest of your outfit now?"
Anise takes me to another section of the store and I start to wonder why exactly it’s
so empty
here. The place is
certain to be expensive
, attached to a luxury such as a spa.
But there were enough clients
from the city
in attendance, within the sections of this establishment that I passed through today... that I would expect
one or two
could be shopping even now.
"You know, you have a near classic hourglass. Many women would envy your figure."
"I’m aware."
"I imagine you are."
My response seemed to amuse her further. I have a feeling that she is coming to see me as a
rich
,
sheltered
, and possibly ’air headed’ young woman.
Curious. The first two of those things
were true
in my old world, to a degree.
The last two
could be
considered true of Helene. Yet now?
All
three
terms do not really fit me.
"I know what Tess usually tells people, but lots of skin is best for the spring and summer months. With autumn well underway and temperatures dropping, I would recommend layering pieces."
"I have a jacket for the cold."
"Is it with you? I can try and coordinate the colors."
I considered that offer for a moment, then walked back to my backpack and pulled it out just to see how she would
react
. The item was
utilitarian
and clearly not for high fashion.
The woman’s expression remained mostly blank, but the
slight tightening
around her eyes told me she was
not a fan
when I handed it over.
"I see. We can certainly work with this."
She set the
obviously offensive
item aside like
it might assault her
if she was not careful with it. Amusing.
"Now, do you have any color preferences or fabrics you particularly enjoy or avoid?"
"Vibrant reds or sapphire blues are what I like, but the whole garment need not be these colors. Silk would be my strongest preference, but for now I think that things that are easier to have cleaned are in order."
Pale blue eyes looked almost
pointedly
back at the plain coat that fit
none
of those qualities. Anise cleared her throat and gestured toward a selection of clothing nearby.
"I think I have several options that would suit you perfectly."
I followed her to the racks that had
that skirt
I noticed when I entered. A small
longing
to have been in it when I entered the city struck me.
To have made a better
impression
as I walked through the streets. If I’d been more
put together
when I met-
> Don’t even. <
My wolf’s tail
wagged
only once before it turned away. I sigh in the space before returning to the
physical moment
.
Watching the consultant grab item after item, I know that today could only have happened
this way
. Meeting that Alpha in the way that I did,
looking
as I did.
What need would she have to
take pity
and give me this card if I was
dressed in finery
like I had money?
To
distract
myself from these thoughts, my focus
finally
turns to the system check mark.
The
task list
that has been trying to get my attention for some time.
| TASK: Find the Mole in the Spa |
| TASK COMPLETION ✓ |
| REWARD IMMINENT ⚝ |
Swirl after misty swirl of text passes by, leaving my face twitching in
consternation
.
> So I guess it can tell me to do things that I don’t pay attention to, yet reward me anyway when I do them without knowing? I don’t like the idea of that... <
Sure, it means that my own actions were
completely unmotivated
by what it seems to have wanted me to do. However, it still feels like I am
doing its bidding
.
Or that it is tricking me into thinking I am. Useful as the
map and clock
is, I kind of hate this
system
.
"Okay, so we have-"
"Please, hold on just a second."
I
interrupt
the woman and close my eyes to focus. The lump of blue had already begun
unraveling
into more text.
| Survivor’s Wisdom |
My fox form stares at the new text for a while, waiting for a tingle or buzz or something like the other system assisted ’ability’. | Mother’s Intuition | had showed that sort of result right away, but this one-
"Are you alright, Miss...?"
I inhaled and
sigh
. Why should it make sense right away and
be useful
?
Being
spoiled
and
expectant
of people and now systems. Act your age, Citra.
"Fine, thank you. I just had a moment of uncomfortability caused by... hunger."
The first thing I can think of falls from my lips, but it
works surprisingly well
.
"That makes sense, you checked in hours and hours ago if you were doing the Deluxe package. Would you like to order something through the spa? Maybe takeout?"
Her hand had already pulled a rose-colored smartphone from a hidden dress pocket and shook it as she offered. I weighed the sudden desire to eat against finishing our current task.
> Finishing tasks... that’s what put me into the position to be questioned about this in the first place! <
Vrika did not share my
ire
. In fact, it still seems to be ignoring me again - likely because I keep refusing to think deeply about its
precious
fated mate.
The hells know that it could at least
let a woman sleep
on such new information.
A nap in a strange room where I dreamed of
my grandmother
does
not
count as time to step back and process things...