''I think it's too tight,'' I mutter as the stylist continues to pull harder onto my corset. My body feels like I can just explode due to the pressure I'm feeling on my abdomen; bringing me discomfort.
''No, no. It's never too tight.'' She replies.
My eyes widen as she pulls one more time, causing me to immediately press my hand against the wall, ''But I can't breathe, at all.'' I say, glancing towards the queen.
Within seconds, the queen—Emery's mother, starts to stand up before walking towards me. She eyes my dress cautiously; leaving me like a statue at my spot. Then, she shakes her head, ''We want her to look beautiful, not like she's suffocating. Loosen it up a little bit. Let her breathe, Margaret.'' She says.
Margaret—the stylist nods her head before loosening my corset; earning a breath of relief from me. Once, everything is adjusted perfectly, I turn to look at myself in the mirror. A woman with brown eyes and brown hair looking back at me as she stands, pale yet there's a slight glow appearing on her skin.
''She's already beautiful, Your Majesty. She doesn't require much work.'' Margaret says, softly. Even though her voice may be low but I still manage to hear the words yet I pretended I didn't.
I make my way towards the clothing racks, looking for a different clothing that I can change into. I've been trying on different dresses for the past two hours and trust me, it doesn't sound much like a fairytale. My eyebrows furrow in confusion before taking a pair of jeans out but within seconds, I am immediately surprised to see Emery appearing out from behind the rack.
He laughs loudly at my reaction.
My heart stops beating immediately, causing me to trip but as I was about to hit onto the ground, I feel both of his hands on my waist—preventing me from falling
My heart stops beating immediately, causing me to trip but as I was about to hit onto the ground, I feel both of his hands on my waist—preventing me from falling. I can't help but look directly into his eyes, seeing that he's smiling down at me; letting me some sort of rush all over my body.
It confuses me. Somehow.
What am I feeling? I thought.
his
at us with a surprised look on her face. As for Margaret, both of her eyes are wide—not expecting Emery to appear out of nowhere
quite far from each
smile on his face. I stay still at my spot, not really understanding what just
yes, he did it successfully. I can't seem to forget the look on his face though, he was amazingly beautiful. Now, I'm just staring at his back—seeing him talking to his mother
to
Emery smiles, ''Why not?''
you're done.'' She says and I make my way behind the curtains, Margaret closing
father?''
''He's not so well but he says that he's alright. You should see him, he needs you—other than my support, he wants to see your face. He wants to know that you're still there for him,'' He replies, causing me to furrow my eyebrows
''It's hard for me,''
me too but how hard can
immediately looks up at me as he soothingly rubs onto his mother's back. The queen let out a deep sigh before standing up, giving me a small smile as
heard everything,'' He says, making his way
be impossible for me not to hear but I'm sorry, I should've closed my ears or something.'' I reply, looking down
going to be a part of the family till death do us
Emery.'' I
replies, running his hand on the back of his neck before looking up for a few seconds, ''I don't understand why he's suffering so much, I don't like to see him that way. It hurts me too just like how it hurts him,''
beat at the
and she even understands him more than I do. She should be here, she should see him—since mother has a hard time to go and enter his room, just for the sake of his
''Her?'' I ask.
near the door. Emery clears his throat, gesturing for me to
servants—walking around in a fast pace as they hold something. My eyebrows furrow in confusion before turning towards
Emma
''I think it's too tight,'' I mutter as the stylist continues to pull harder onto my corset. My body feels like I can just explode due to the pressure I'm feeling on my abdomen; bringing me discomfort.
''No, no. It's never too tight.'' She replies.
My eyes widen as she pulls one more time, causing me to immediately press my hand against the wall, ''But I can't breathe, at all.'' I say, glancing towards the queen.
Within seconds, the queen—Emery's mother, starts to stand up before walking towards me. She eyes my dress cautiously; leaving me like a statue at my spot. Then, she shakes her head, ''We want her to look beautiful, not like she's suffocating. Loosen it up a little bit. Let her breathe, Margaret.'' She says.
Margaret—the stylist nods her head before loosening my corset; earning a breath of relief from me. Once, everything is adjusted perfectly, I turn to look at myself in the mirror. A woman with brown eyes and brown hair looking back at me as she stands, pale yet there's a slight glow appearing on her skin.
''She's already beautiful, Your Majesty. She doesn't require much work.'' Margaret says, softly. Even though her voice may be low but I still manage to hear the words yet I pretended I didn't.
I make my way towards the clothing racks, looking for a different clothing that I can change into. I've been trying on different dresses for the past two hours and trust me, it doesn't sound much like a fairytale. My eyebrows furrow in confusion before taking a pair of jeans out but within seconds, I am immediately surprised to see Emery appearing out from behind the rack.
He laughs loudly at my reaction.
My heart stops beating immediately, causing me to trip but as I was about to hit onto the ground, I feel both of his hands on my waist—preventing me from falling
My heart stops beating immediately, causing me to trip but as I was about to hit onto the ground, I feel both of his hands on my waist—preventing me from falling. I can't help but look directly into his eyes, seeing that he's smiling down at me; letting me some sort of rush all over my body.
It confuses me. Somehow.
What am I feeling? I thought.
his
at us with a surprised look on her face. As for Margaret, both of her eyes are wide—not expecting Emery to appear out of nowhere
quite far from each
smile on his face. I stay still at my spot, not really understanding what just
yes, he did it successfully. I can't seem to forget the look on his face though, he was amazingly beautiful. Now, I'm just staring at his back—seeing him talking to his mother
to
Emery smiles, ''Why not?''
you're done.'' She says and I make my way behind the curtains, Margaret closing
father?''
''He's not so well but he says that he's alright. You should see him, he needs you—other than my support, he wants to see your face. He wants to know that you're still there for him,'' He replies, causing me to furrow my eyebrows
''It's hard for me,''
me too but how hard can
immediately looks up at me as he soothingly rubs onto his mother's back. The queen let out a deep sigh before standing up, giving me a small smile as
heard everything,'' He says, making his way
be impossible for me not to hear but I'm sorry, I should've closed my ears or something.'' I reply, looking down
going to be a part of the family till death do us
Emery.'' I
replies, running his hand on the back of his neck before looking up for a few seconds, ''I don't understand why he's suffering so much, I don't like to see him that way. It hurts me too just like how it hurts him,''
beat at the
and she even understands him more than I do. She should be here, she should see him—since mother has a hard time to go and enter his room, just for the sake of his
''Her?'' I ask.
near the door. Emery clears his throat, gesturing for me to
servants—walking around in a fast pace as they hold something. My eyebrows furrow in confusion before turning towards