Married To The Billionaire Alpha King Chapter 130 - final adjustment

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~Elara’s POV

The day finally drew to a close, and I called my staff together. I could see the fatigue on their faces, the strain of long hours and endless fittings, but their eyes still carried that spark of determination. I took a deep breath and spoke to them, trying to make every word count.

"Thank you, everyone, for all the hard work today," I said, my voice steady. "I know it’s been long, and I know you are tired, but tomorrow is the big day. Give it your best. Show everyone what we can do. I believe in each of you, and I believe in what we’ve built together."

Janae smiled softly and whispered to the nearby designers, "Elara really is sothing else. She makes you want to give everything."

I caught her glance and nodded. "And rember, this is not just about the clothes. It’s about the effort, the creativity, and the pride we all have in what we do."

The room filled with quiet chatter, but soon the smiles returned. So of the staff clapped softly, others cheered a little louder, and I felt a warmth bloom in my chest. I had expected exhaustion, but instead, I saw excitent, and it made proud.

"Thank you, Luna," one of the tailors said, bowing slightly. "We will make you proud tomorrow."

I smiled, feeling a little lighter despite the nerves building in my stomach. "I know you will," I replied, "and I will see all of you bright and early tomorrow. Rest well, and let’s make this the best show ever."

With that, they gathered their things, waved, and left, their energy leaving the office quieter, but still full of purpose. I closed the doors behind them, feeling the calm settle like a soft blanket over the room.

As I stepped outside, I saw Darlon leaning against the car, that familiar soft smile tugging at his lips. My heart fluttered instantly.

"My love," he said as he opened the door for , and without hesitation, he wrapped in his arms. The warmth of his hug, the way he held as if he never wanted to let go, made the day’s stress lt away. "How are you feeling after all that work?"

I leaned into him briefly, smiling up at him. "Tired, but... proud. Everyone did so well. It’s almost hard to believe it’s all coming together."

Darlon pressed his forehead against mine, his voice low and gentle. "I have no doubt you’ll shine tomorrow. And I’ll be right there, every mont, watching my love take the stage."

I laughed softly. "You say the sweetest things, Sweetheart."

"And I an every word," he replied, letting go just enough to take my hand in his. "But we’re not going ho straight. Do you know where we’re going?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea. Where?"

He gave that mysterious smile that made both curious and impatient. "It’s a surprise. You’ll see soon enough."

Fridolf drove us through the city streets, the car quiet except for the soft hum of the engine. I couldn’t help sneaking glances at Darlon, wondering what he had planned, feeling my stomach flip a little from anticipation.

Finally, we pulled up in front of a boutique I had wanted to collaborate with, the kind of place where only the best in the city went for custom designs. Darlon led inside, and the rich scent of fabric, perfu, and subtle polish filled my senses.

A tall man in a sharp suit stepped forward. His eyes widened slightly when he saw us, and he bowed low, almost reverently.

"Alpha Darlon, Luna Elara," he said, his voice smooth but respectful. "The gown you requested is ready."

I blinked in surprise, a flush creeping up my cheeks. The boutique’s lighting glinted off the sequins and fine threads on display, but my attention stayed on Darlon. He was smiling, his hand brushing mine just briefly, grounding even as excitent bubbled in my chest.

Darlon’s eyes sparkled as he led closer to the gown. "Go ahead, my love. See what awaits you."

I stepped forward, and my breath caught. The gown was more beautiful than I had imagined, even better than what I had dared hope. The fabric shimred subtly, catching the light in a way that made it look alive. It was elegant but bold, designed to complent my figure as it would change with my pregnancy, yet still showcase the strength and elegance I had poured into my company.

"It’s... it’s perfect," I whispered, turning slowly to look at it from every angle. The designer had clearly spent hours ensuring every detail would highlight the dress and, sohow, highlight as well.

"You like it?" Darlon asked, a teasing lilt in his voice, though his eyes betrayed how proud he was just to see smile.

"I... I love it," I said, my hands trembling slightly as I reached out to feel the fabric. "I can’t believe you...thought of this."

The designer bowed again, more deeply this ti. "It is our honor, Luna Elara. We worked carefully to ensure it matched your vision and your presence. It is designed to move beautifully, and the stitching and structure are customized entirely for you."

Darlon squeezed my hand gently. "See? I told you there would be a surprise." He leaned close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "You will be the star of tomorrow, my love. And no one will be able to look away."

I shivered, partly from excitent, partly from the affection in his voice. "I hope I don’t ss it up," I murmured.

"You won’t," he replied firmly, tilting my chin up slightly to et his gaze. "Because I am here, and I will make sure you are ready, and everything goes perfectly. And no matter what, you are already shining in my eyes."

I felt a rush of warmth flood through , a combination of love, gratitude, and nerves. "Thank you," I whispered softly. "I... I don’t even know what to say."

"Then say nothing," he said, his smile softening. "Just wear it, and let everyone see what I see, my Luna, strong, beautiful, and unstoppable."

I laughed softly, leaning into him for just a mont before turning back to the gown, examining the fine embroidery along the hem, the delicate but strong stitching across the waistline, and the way the fabric flowed in the light. "It’s... incredible. I never thought..." I trailed off, feeling overwheld by the care and attention poured into it.

"I wanted nothing less than perfect for you," Darlon said simply, his hand brushing the back of mine. "You deserve that. And I... well, I couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you saw it."

I smiled, shaking my head slightly in disbelief. "You always surprise ."

"And I always will, my love," he replied, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and sincerity.

The designer stepped back, giving us a respectful nod. "Shall we arrange a fitting, Luna? So we can make any final adjustnts before tomorrow?"

I nodded, feeling both excitent and nerves tangle together. "Yes, please. Let’s do it now."