Chapter 5 Dinner

Chapter 5: Dinner

Grace returned to Felicia's room, her steps measured and purposeful. "Lady Felicia," she announced with a gentle knock on the door, "if you're ready, please select a dress from the choices we've provided. The Alpha is expecting you in the dining hall shortly. He would like to discuss matters with you over a meal."

Felicia looked up from the assortment of clothing displayed on the bed. "Of course, Grace," she replied with a hint of excitement in her voice. She approached the garments, her fingers brushing over the luxurious fabrics. After a moment's consideration, she picked a striking long red dress. The design was both elegant and daring, with its sleeveless cut and high slit that revealed the sides of her thighs.

Grace observed as Felicia held the dress up against herself, a thoughtful expression on her face. "A splendid choice, Lady Felicia," Grace said with a smile. "The color will certainly make a statement."

Felicia's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I hope so. It feels like something right out of a fairy tale."

Grace chuckled softly. "I'm sure the Alpha will be quite impressed. If you need any assistance with the dress or wish for some touch-ups, do let us know."

Felicia nodded, already feeling the thrill of transformation as she slipped into the dress. The fabric felt smooth and luxurious against her skin, and as she adjusted it to fit perfectly, she couldn't help but admire her reflection in the mirror. The deep red of the dress contrasted beautifully with her complexion, and its design accentuated her figure in a way that made her feel both confident and regal.

Standing before the mirror, she gave a small twirl, watching the skirt billow gracefully. "I look like a princess," she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with wonder. The transformation was more profound than she had anticipated, and for a moment, she lost herself in the fantasy of the gown.

Grace, standing nearby, offered a supportive nod. "Indeed, you do. The Alpha will undoubtedly appreciate your elegance."

Felicia turned to Grace with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Grace. I feel ready to meet him now."

With a final adjustment to the dress, Felicia was ready. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, feeling a renewed sense of confidence. "Shall I go now?"

Grace gave a nod of approval. "Yes, the dining hall is just down the corridor. The Alpha is waiting for you, so please, take your time and make your way there."

Felicia stepped out of the room, her heart racing slightly with anticipation.

The hallway was bathed in soft light, and she walked with a grace that matched her new attire. As she approached the dining hall, she could hear the gentle hum of conversation and the clinking of cutlery.

After finishing her preparations, Felicia made her way to the dining hall where Tyrus awaited her. The opulence of the room was apparent from the moment she stepped in-the gleaming marble floors, the richly adorned walls, and the grand table set for the occasion. She greeted Tyrus with a warm smile, hoping to cut through the formality of the setting.

"Good morning, Tyrus," Felicia said cheerfully, her voice filled with a hint of anticipation.

Tyrus responded with a nod and a stoic, almost mechanical tone. "Morning, Lady Felicia." His eyes remained fixed ahead, devoid of any visible emotion.

Unfazed by his lack of warmth, Felicia took her place at the table as instructed. The breakfast was served in silence. The clatter of utensils and the soft rustling of napkins were the only sounds that broke the quiet. Felicia focused on her meal, trying to ease the tension that hung in the air. Despite the array of exquisite dishes laid out before them, the atmosphere was heavy with an unspoken formality.

The silence between them persisted, each bite of food accompanied by the steady rhythm of chewing and sipping. Felicia glanced occasionally at Tyrus, but he remained absorbed in his own breakfast, his expression unchanged. It was clear that he was a man of few words, and the silence seemed to stretch endlessly, filled only by the distant hum of the grand room.

As the meal progressed, Tyrus finally broke the silence. He took a deliberate sip from his glass of century-old wine, savoring the rich, dark liquid. With a calm and measured tone, he addressed Felicia. "How did you find last night?" he asked, his voice carrying a trace of formality.

The question caught Felicia off guard. At the same moment, she had lifted her own glass to take a sip. The sudden nature of Tyrus's inquiry caused her to choke slightly, and she ended up spitting out the wine. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she quickly dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, feeling a wave of embarrassment.

Tyrus's gaze remained steady and impassive as he observed her reaction. "I see I've caught you by surprise," he remarked, his tone still devoid of any emotional inflection.

Felicia met his unyielding gaze, trying to regain her composure. "Yes, you did," she replied, her voice slightly strained but steady. "Last night was... quite eventful."

Tyrus inclined his head slightly. "Eventful," he repeated, his eyes reflecting the faintest hint of curiosity. "In what way?"

Felicia took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "There were many things that were new and unexpected. I didn't quite anticipate the nature of the events or the way they unfolded."

Tyrus took another sip of his wine, nodding thoughtfully. "Understandable. Adjusting to new circumstances often brings surprises."

Felicia nodded in agreement, her initial discomfort beginning to ease. "Indeed. I'm still processing everything. It was a lot to take in."

Tyrus's expression remained serious, but there was a faint glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Processing is important. It allows for clarity and better decision-making."

"True," Felicia agreed. "I appreciate your insight."

Tyrus gave a small nod, signaling the end of that particular line of questioning. "If you have any concerns or need further clarification on anything, feel free to let me know."

Felicia's gaze softened as she acknowledged his offer. "Thank you, Tyrus. I'll keep that in mind."

The conversation fell silent once more, and the rest of the meal continued in the same quiet manner.

Despite the ongoing silence, Felicia felt a sense of relief in having at least addressed the initial awkwardness.