Their Hidden Princess Novel

---- Chapter 37 The day of Mateball, there was a knock at my door at eight in the morning. Loren was dead asleep in her bed. The knock woke me up slightly but | figured | was imagining things. It wasn't until the second, louder knock that my eyes opened. | begrudgingly slunk out of bed and opened the door. | had to rub my eyes to make sure | was seeing things correctly. Standing in front of my door were two extravagantly dressed people. The one on the right had spikey black hair that curled around their face but also stuck up straight to the ceiling.

They were dressed in all sorts of leather and silver chains. They cracked their gum at me as their eyes ran over me. The second person was more masculine. They had on a pin- stiped pantsuit, that ended slightly below their knees, and shiny silver cowboy boots. Their hair was wild and wavy yet still looked perfectly coiffed. They wore a pair of matching silver sunglasses. They reached their black-painted fingernails up and ripped them off before giving me the same look as their partner. "Oh, Heavens and Hells," they whispered under their breath.

They turned their head to look at their partner in the eyes. "Maja, we have a lot of work to do darling." | rubbed my eyes again. "Sorry, can | help you?" ---- "We've been sent to help you with preparations for the Mateball," The person with spikey hair, Maja, said. They gave me another look up and down. "Pietha's right. We have a lot of work to do." "Um," | started. | heard Loren start to stir behind me and immediately froze. | stepped out of the door, closing it slightly behind me. | dropped my voice to a whisper.

"Did the Queen send you?" The person in the suit, Pietha's, lips curled into a smirk. "She send her regards, darling," they drawled. Then they punctuated it with a wink. "But don't worry. We were told to keep it on the DL." | felt the panic that was starting to rise in my chest expel out my nose ina sigh. My shoulders sank down to their normal level." Thank God." "Yes, yes," The suited person waved. "Anyways, I'm Pietha Robins. Stylist to the stars of the wolf world. He or him, please," he jammed a thumb towards the spikey haired person.

They wiggled their fingers at me "Maja Porter," the spikey haired person said. "She or they if you will. 'm a MUA and hair artist." "MUA?" | repeated. "Hair artist?" Maja snorted. "Well | can't say hair dresser," they said. "My work is far superior to that." ---- "Zora?" | heard behind me, all grumbly and full of sleep. I tuned and saw Loren had finally gotten out of bed "Oh, sorry," | said and propped the door open a little bit more. My, um, hair and make up people are here." "For tonight," Loren walked up to the door. When she took in Pietha, her eyes shot wide and her jaw dropped.

"You're - you're -" Pietha rolled his eyes. He looked back at me. "This is the reaction | wanted from you." "Sorry," | mumbled. "I'm not exactly versed in wolf pop culture." Pietha said nothing and pushed past both me and Loren and into my room. Maja followed behind, toting in a giant cart of stuff after her. Loren was still slack jawed standing next to me. "Did you hire them?" she whispered. | shook my head. "They were a gift," "From the lady who found you?!" Loren whisper yelled. | bit my lip and nodded. Loren shook her head in amazement.

"She must be high up in order to get Pietha Robins to come to Alpha Academy." ---- "Ladies," Pietha drawled from inside my room. Loren and | tuned and looked into our room. Maja was already unloading cartons of make up and hair tools. Some of them I'd never even seen before. Pietha stood next to them, hands on his hips.