Chapitre 192: For Richer

Francis is holding a bouquet of flowers while Marlene is fixing her gown. They are at a garden filled with different flower beds while Marlene is screaming at how tight the dress is. 

"You chose that gown, you damn bitch! And now, you are complaining?! The fuck is wrong with you?!"

Marlene moves away from Mischka's loud scream as she worries for her ears to be bleeding from the yelling. She frowns as she writhes in another batch of painful pulls and push from the gown.

After that, Marlene cries in vain as Mischka tells the tailor the details of the gown and how fit it will be. The Beta woman glares at him but a spike of peppermint blocks his scent, making the Beta looks away and prays to the heavens that she will still be alive when the big day comes.