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I faced my reflection in the mirror once more. The lower portion of the dress was less restrictive, granting me some semblance of movement as it flowed more loosely from my thighs downwards.
"Alright…" I forced the word out with a slight frown.
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, as if the movement alone was enough to shake off the discomfort I felt. I opened my eyes and froze before the mirror. For a moment, I thought my eyes had glowed a sharp pink.
The same pink as that chain.
One of the servants approached me, holding long see-through dark gloves. She took my hands and wore them for me. "You're running late for the event… young miss."
I threw one last glance at the mirror.
I looked... different.
My hair was secured with ornate clasps studded with tiny red crystals and pins, and the dress, for all its indecency, accentuated a figure I had never paid much attention to.
I almost looked like someone else entirely.
The sight made me sick.
