''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.
few seconds before slowly lifting my body up yet we're still close to each other. Both of his hands not even slightly looking his grip on my waist and
queen, seeing that she is staring at us with a surprised look on her face. As for Margaret, both of her eyes are wide—not expecting
from each other, I can
his face. I stay still
jumped from the clothing rack to surprise me and 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
supposed to be here,''
Emery smiles, ''Why not?''
direction as I stand here awkwardly. The queen smiles, ''Go change, dear. We'll be heading out—once you're done.'' She says and I make my way behind the curtains,
father?'' I hear her
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
''It's hard for me,''
hard for me too but
soothingly rubs onto his mother's back. The queen let out a deep sigh before
know you heard everything,'' He says, making his way towards
sorry, I should've closed
down at me, ''Sooner or later, you would've known, anyway. You're going to be a part of the family till death do us apart, you'll know everything that a royal
sorry, Emery.'' I
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
skips a beat at the sound of his voice, very
than I do. She should be here, she should see him—since mother has a hard time
''Her?'' I ask.
door. Emery clears his throat, gesturing for me to walk first and we
of people entering the castle. Not guests but more like servants—walking around in a fast pace as they hold something. My
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.
few seconds before slowly lifting my body up yet we're still close to each other. Both of his hands not even slightly looking his grip on my waist and
queen, seeing that she is staring at us with a surprised look on her face. As for Margaret, both of her eyes are wide—not expecting
from each other, I can
his face. I stay still
jumped from the clothing rack to surprise me and 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
supposed to be here,''
Emery smiles, ''Why not?''
direction as I stand here awkwardly. The queen smiles, ''Go change, dear. We'll be heading out—once you're done.'' She says and I make my way behind the curtains,
father?'' I hear her
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
''It's hard for me,''
hard for me too but
soothingly rubs onto his mother's back. The queen let out a deep sigh before
know you heard everything,'' He says, making his way towards
sorry, I should've closed
down at me, ''Sooner or later, you would've known, anyway. You're going to be a part of the family till death do us apart, you'll know everything that a royal
sorry, Emery.'' I
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
skips a beat at the sound of his voice, very
than I do. She should be here, she should see him—since mother has a hard time
''Her?'' I ask.
door. Emery clears his throat, gesturing for me to walk first and we
of people entering the castle. Not guests but more like servants—walking around in a fast pace as they hold something. My