“Ooo, how about this!” Lucille said pulling out a short black dress.
“..Um.I don’t think so,” Phoebe shook her head. She had never worn anything so revealing and was rather self-conscious about her body.
“Oh for goodness sake, Lucy,” Norah sighed, “stop picking out things for yourself. We’re shopping for Phoebe.”
“Well, it would help if you told us about your style.”
“I really don’t have one,” Phoebe said. “Cheap?”
“That will not do,” Norah shook her head. “Now is a good time to spoil yourself. Don’t even think about the price.”
They had already finished shopping for Blake and Emma who were all too happy to grab whatever they liked. Norah insisted on not only buying them clothes but toys and games as well. Now it was Bridget and Phoebe’s turn and it was slow going. Both were hampered by their previous experiences of watching expenses.
“You’ll look pretty in this one, mommy!” Emma declared tugging at a pretty yellow sundress. Since receiving permission she was all too happy to call Phoebe mommy and was warming up quickly to their new adoptive family members.
“Oh yes, she definitely will,” Norah agreed taking out the size she believed would fit Phoebe best.
It was a pretty dress that wouldn’t be too revealing as it reached as far as her knees. Norah handed it to the sale’s clerk to take to the fitting rooms as they continued to peruse. Once they had a decent pile they headed to the fitting rooms for Phoebe and Bridget to model before making the final selection. Bridget found this particularly embarrassing with Noah among the security team while Phoebe was simply self-conscious.
This process continued from one store to the next but they were making progress. Phoebe cringed at the totals rung up but neither Norah nor Lucille batted an eye as they swiped their black cards through and continued on. Around noon they took a break and ate at the food court where the pups marveled at the sheer variety available. Phoebe remained pensive.
“Phoebe dear, don’t worry about it,” Norah insisted.
“But the money..”
“It’s all right. As Luna you receive quite an annual stipend,” Norah said. “All authority members of the pack do, even Lucille who technically only holds Gamma rank. You can hardly expect to receive less.”
Phoebe frowned.
“So how exactly does it work?” Bridget asked. “At our old pack we had our own accounts and our pay was added automatically at the end of every month.”
“The same,” Norah nodded. “You’ll be added to the pack’s accounts and given a card. The card you’ll be issued will be determined by status which also determines its limit.
Non-professional pack members receive a blue card, professional pack members like doctors and the like have gold cards and pack authority members have black cards.
Black cards have no limits. Bridget, you’ll be issued a gold card with a limit approaching that of a black card considering the patent. You’ll receive full credit as its creator and a share of the profits.”
“Really?”
“Of course,” Norah said. “Blue Moon is very fair in that sort of thing.”
“And you are sure this trip won’t strain finances?” Phoebe asked.
“Believe me darling, Blue Moon could fund a hundred of these shopping sprees and not worry about it. It’s fine,” Norah patted her hand. “It’s a matter of pride for a pack to care for their Luna. Don’t insult them by refusing.”
“Right,” Phoebe sighed, still hesitant.
“Now eat. Jason will throw a fit if we don’t make sure you eat. You are too thin.”
Phoebe blushed but focused on her cannoli. She certainly didn’t want any of them in trouble and she was hungry.
More importantly she didn’t want to be wasteful especially in front of the children.
Atter lunch they proceeded to more stores, these ones catering to evening gowns and formal wear. Luna
Ceremonies were the pride of very pack in some cases even more important than the Alpha Succession Ceremony.
Norah was certain this one would be even more highly anticipated given how long the pack had waited for their Luna. She wanted it to be perfect for Jason, Phoebe and the pack.
Traditionally lunas wore white or silver and as it was the closest thing to a human marriage ceremony some lunas wore a wedding dress. But this was a new era for Blue Moon. Norah wanted it to be extra special.
“Ooo, Grandma Norah how about this one!” Emma said loving their shopping spree for Phoebes dress.
Emma’s pick was a shimmering, silver gown with a cowl-style neckline that would lie beautifully across Phoebe’s neck and chest. Norah smiled at the pup, “This is the one. Let’s get her to try it on.”
“Yeah!”
Emma dragged Phoebe to the fitting rooms where Norah waited. She shoved the escorts away insisting no one could see Phoebe in her gown before the ceremony.
Ushering Phoebe into the room Norah, Lucille, Bridget and the pups waited virtually holding their breaths as Phoebe finally stepped out blushing self-consciously.
“Wow!” Lucille said. “You look…fine girl!”
Phoebe’s blush deepened.
“Yes. This is the one,” Norah decided. “This is the dress.”
“Jace is going to lose it,” Lucille giggled picturing the stunned look that was sure to grace her brothers face.
Norah took charge of the dress, paying for it and carrying it herself insisting no one else touch it. Luckily it was the last of their purchases and the group was ready to head home.
They were almost to the door when Lucille suddenly grabbed Phoebe and Bridget pulling them into one last store.
“Lucy!” Norah admonished.
“We’ll catch up!”
“Come on, pups,” Norah shook her head herding the pups onward and forcing their escort to split.
“Gamma, are we not following?” Noah asked as Ben took a stand by the door.
“One thing I’ve learned about mates… never bother them when they shop for underwear.”
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