Renee’s povThe silk of the dress Anastasia was holding up felt cold and slippery under my fingers. It was a violent shade of red, with feathers around the hem. It was exactly the kind of thing Zelda would pick. Loud, expensive, and utterly devoid of any connection to who I actually was.“This will make a statement,” Anastasia declared, studying her reflection in the full-length mirror while holding the dress against herself.“It better,” I muttered, not saying in what way.Cassandra leafed through a selection of dresses. “You’ll need something that screams ‘future Mrs. Thorne’ and danger bitch princess. Can’t have you looking like another one of Mother’s porcelain dolls.”I stood in the middle of the dressing room in, looking around with nothing to do. The clothes were not what I usually would wear, but this gala seem to be something that everybody was going crazy about. For an hour we had been going through dresses and nothing here fits.“I think I’ll stay back home,” I said.The ro
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