The Queen

Elora's pov

I was feeling nervous staring at the hazel eyes girl staring back at me in the mirror. A blood red dress hugged my curves to barely cover my bottom. My thighs and legs were visible and I am sure if I sit down even my innerwear will be visible.

I could feel a faint blush taint my cheeks at the very thought of anyone seeing like this. Isn't this dress showing too much of my skin? Twirling around I gulp staring at its deep neck. And the v in front. It almost showed half of my my boobs.

Who has even designed this piece of clothing?

It was too...what do I say uncomfortable for me. Why can't I just wear a loose t-shirt and pants. And not to forget my caked face.

Those maids did something to my face. Applying what they call make up. Gasping once done to say I looked beautiful. When I begged to differ.

With those fake eyelashes feeling heavy and irritating my eyes, a dark thing coating my almond shaped eyes,those powders plastered in layers on my face and my natural pink lips co