Chapter 8

It is the day of the festival and I am absolutely terrified.

I'm beginning to regret my decision; I should have thought this through. I mean how could I even trust that anything good would come out of this. This is where I draw the line; this is madness.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. Like a sexy goddess whose rightful place is by her king," Sarah exclaims, placing the back of her palm on her forehead and the other on her chest.

I overlook her dramatic display, too busy blushing at the outfit that this little devil coaxed me into wearing.

Allowing her to pick my outfit for the night was a most horrible idea. She kept saying that what I wore last time was too old fashioned; It covered too much she said.

Well this one covers nothing. "Sarah, i might as well be naked." I grit out, eyes glued to the image of the person in the mirror that is certainly not me.

This delicate thing she calls a dress is made entirely of elastic black mesh. The only covering is to my nipples and vagina. Th