Hailee's POV
I felt suffocated in my room. Three maids were inside, moving around me like I was a doll. Two of them were only a few years older than me, the last one younger, but all of them worked in silence, their hands busy as they dressed me in the traditional attire. The gown was long and flowing, made of heavy silk that clung to my body before spreading out at my feet. It was deep crimson, threaded with gold patterns that shimmered when the light touched them. Around my waist, they tied a beaded sash, each bead clicking softly against the next as though marking my fate.
