Sylvia's POV:

"Where can we get buttons? I need to buy a new button and sew it on my jacket," I asked.

Flora lowered her head and helped me look for the button. "These were made exclusively for our uniforms. We can't buy the same one elsewhere."

"I see." My OCD worsened because of the missing button. I had to somehow find it. Unwilling to give up, I squatted to look for it again.

"It doesn't matter. No one would notice it. Besides, the school doesn't force us to wear the uniform every day. We only have to wear it during the meetings every Monday. You're the only one who wears it every day. But you look good in uniform. Sure enough, beauties look good regardless of what they wear," Flora comforted me.

"It's more convenient to wear uniform," I murmured in embarrassment. Rufus had bought luxurious, customized clothes for me. It would draw unnecessary attention if I wore them. I didn't want my clothes to be the reason for people to notice me, so I wore my uniform every day.

"You can also go to the teaching affairs office and apply for a new set of uniforms," Flora said as she began to do the split. This was her routine every day. She said practicing splits enabled her to run faster. Flora always had her own unique theories. I shook my head helplessly and went to take a shower.

After I turned off the lights, Flora immediately drifted off to sleep. I lay on the bed, feeling uneasy. I called Yana several times but she snorted and continued to ignore me.

"Just talk with me." I took the initiative to compromise with her. "You love rosemary, don't you? I know a place in school where lots of rosemaries are planted. I'll take you there next time."

I didn't know why Yana was so fond of rosemary. She became exhilarated whenever she saw them.

"Keep your word," Yana murmured. "And don't color my ginger hair green."

"I won't. I'm not the kind of she-wolf who would make things difficult for myself." I tried my best to cool Yana down.

After chatting with Yana for a while, I fell asleep.

The next morning, before going out, I looked at my uniform. I grew agitated when I saw the missing button. I opened the wardrobe that was teeming with all kinds of dresses and trousers.

I checked the outfits, one after the other, feeling distressed. Finally, I picked the seemingly most low-key and convenient outfit to wear. Then, I turned on the computer and applied for a new uniform. I felt better after that and eventually calmed down.

However, as soon as I arrived at the training ground, Harry stopped me.

"Sylvia, you are wearing the outfit designed by the famous designer, Lili. It's a top-level luxury brand that caters only to royal families. I like their new spring and summer collections but couldn't buy them anywhere." Harry's eyes widened as he shouted, almost as if he was afraid that others still hadn't notice my new clothes.

"Really?" I smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to respond to it.

Fortunately, Flora came to my rescue. She patted Harry's head from behind and said, "Sylvia can wear whatever she likes. It's none of your business. Stop talking nonsense."

Her comment irked Harry. The two began to quarrel, pushing and pinching each other like children all over again.

I stood aside helplessly and watched them argue, hoping for the training to begin soon.

"You know what happened? Prince Richard found his mate yesterday. It's Lucy from Class B!"

"The heir of Blue Moon Pack?"

"Yes, she is pretty."

I heard the two she-wolves gossiping.

My eyes widened in shock. "What? Princes Richard's mate is Lucy? But she was having sex in the woods last night with another man, wasn't she?'

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