Dad, Im not a kid anymore

••• Arabella’s POV ••• “Luna, the stylists and makeup artists are here,” the Omega, who seemed to have been appointed as my personal maid, said. “Let them in,” I told her and was stunned when a couple of people entered, bringing a row of white dresses with white shoes and boxes of jewelry. “Oh, the Luna is so beautiful!” they exclaimed and surrounded me, began showing me the dresses they thought would suit me, and asked me to choose one of them. I could only look at them helplessly and choose one dress I loved. “Luna, Alpha asked me to give this to you,” my personal maid handed me a paper bag, and I blushed when I saw its contents. “I’ll change into these first,” I mumbled and fled to the bathroom to change into a set of white lacey lingerie, which covered barely anything, complete with a garter belt and soft stockings. I put them on quickly, thinking if Max liked this sort of thing. And how did he know my measurements?! I wore a robe and left the bathroom, and then the makeup artists