My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0458 Once I was done in the shower, I stepped out of the tub and wrapped my body in a warm towel. I stared at myself in the mirror with a frown: I looked tired and worn out. My hair lay soaked across my shoulders and down my back and my face was a bit paler than usual.

It was probably because of the wolfsbane that was still in my system.

I sighed and brushed my teeth. Once I was finished, I left the bathroom only to be met by Rachel who stood in the living room holding up a cute pink blouse and a black skirt that looked like it would rest right above my knees.

- “I found an outfit for you,” she said excitedly.

I chuckled and took the outfit from her and went into my room to get dressed. It wasn't my clothes, so, I'm assuming it was either Rachel's or Becca's. But they fit me perfectly; the blouse rested just above my belly button and pushed my breasts up to make them appear a little bigger. But I was tasteful at the same time; the V-neck of the blouse showed

off my cleavage, but it also made the necklace that dangled against my chest more evident. It was a long-sleeved blouse and at the ends they were frilly.

The blouse might have rested above my belly button, but the skirt, which ended just above my knees, was a high-waisted skirt that covered the rest of my stomach. It was a simple black skirt with a built-in black belt that had silver buckles.

I looked extremely professional.

Rachel also gave me a pair of black heels that would match the black skirt; I was thankful I recently painted my toenails because those could also be seen from the open-toed heels.

When I walked out of my room both Rachel and Becca gasped in amazement; Alex just rolled his eyes.

“Do you have a problem, Alex?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Nope,” he muttered, turning away to continue reading the book he was holding.

“Remind me again why that jerk is here?” Rachel said, folding her arms across her chest.

“My father sent him here as a bodyguard because one of his prisoners escaped and he’s worried for my safety,” I told her and that was all I was going to tell her right now.

“Sit down; we have to do your hair and makeup,” Rachel said as Becca went to grab I all the makeup supplies. I sat in a chair that Rachel had set up and she started blow-drying I my hair. Then she used a curling iron to curl it a little, allowing the soft curls to fall around my shoulders.

Rachel excelled with hair and makeup, so I -knew I was in good hands.

She braided a portion of my hair and then pinned it back, so my long hair still fell down my back and bounced around as I walked.

Then she got to work with my makeup; I told her I wanted it light because I enjoyed a more natural look.

“Trust me,” she had said.

By the time she finished, and I was able to look at my appearance as a whole, I was astonished by how beautiful I looked. I no longer looked exhausted and worn out; she managed to make me look livelier and alert. I was also very professional-looking.

“You look beautiful, Lila,” Becca beathed. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

I smiled at her, and I turned to Rachel.

“You're a miracle worker,” I said as I hugged her.

“No way, you are already beautiful,” she said hugging me back. “I just made you presentable for an election.” - “It's 12:30 and the election starts at 1,” Becca said, glancing at the clock. “We should get to the Assembly Hall.” “Are you sure you're prepared enough?” Rachel asked me, eyeing me carefully.

I took a steady deep breath and I nodded, though I felt very uncertain, I wasn't going to tell them that. As we left the dorm room, I was

shocked to see that Sarah was standing in the hallway pacing back and forth and taking deep breaths.

She was also nicely dressed in a black dress that showed a lot of her cleavage as well and her long dark hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. She also wore heels, but hers were huge and made her at least an entire inch taller.

“What are you still doing here?” Rachel asked before I could say anything.

She froze when she saw me, seemingly shocked at first but then her lip curled up when she saw me.

“Came here to wish you luck,” she said “bitterly. “Because you are going to need it.

Losing for me, isn't an option. I will do whatever I can to win.” I