ARIELLE
I can't believe that jerk's words have actually gotten to me. I sighed, slowly twirling in front of the mirror.
I specifically ordered alterations for the dress to make sure the drapery covers both my shoulders and my chest, and still, the longer I stare back at my reflection, the more I hate what I see. How pathetic is that?
"Miss Arielle, you look wonderful!" Marine chimed in on my thoughts, waving yet another hair clip in front of my eyes as if to break my daze. "This dress is amazing! And the color suits your complexion!"
"Thanks," I gave her a tiny smile back, shifting my eyes back to my reflection. I wish I could believe her words. I wish they didn't even matter.
A sudden, light knock rang through my room, and I invited the person without hesitation.
"I'm sorry, Miss Arielle, but Marine is needed at the head maid's office." One of the maids reported, casting me a careful, almost shy look.
