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She’d still given him life. The soft click of heels on marble interrupted my brooding. I looked up to see Morgana approaching from the hallway, and my breath caught in my throat. She wore one of Regina’s nightgowns—pale blue silk that I remembered buying for our second anniversary. The fabric clung to Morgana’s curves and her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “You look like you need company,” she said softly, her voice carrying the same sultry undertone she’d used years ago when comforting me through Regina’s betrayals.

Xerxes tore his gaze away from Alesteria to look at the person who suddenly spoke in such a familiar way, only to see Morgaine smiling at him. "Morgaine?" Morgaine smiled at him as she curtsied, her usual attire which consists of pants and a formal top is replaced with a navy-blue dress. "Hello again, Xerxes."

MORGANA FOSTER It was morning, the sun streamed into the room through the window. The smell of freshly cut grass mixed with dew was intoxicating. Minutes after waking up, Alessandra entered the room carrying a tray of medical supplies, organizing them on the dresser. She went into the closet and chose a flared red dress, cotton lingerie, and ballet flats. All my clothes had to be comfortable since the accident for better wound maintenance. I sent a message to Elliot. Morgana: Good morning, Elliot

He finished talking to her, and then his phone rang, thankfully, she couldn’t get to add anything else. “Yeah? I have the file, let me go and check it,” Aramis was probably going to see his office so soon after his steps faded away, I exited the bathroom in blue shorts and a purple crop top. I walked out of the bedroom to go after him and see his reaction when I spotted something unusual and stopped in the midsteps. I saw Morgana leaving the mansion wearing a black gown and barefoot. She even looked hesitant when she rushed out. Instead of going after Aramis, I changed my route and went after her instead.

Everyone from this dimension, world or whatever the fuck this place was, has been extremely rude. I dried myself quickly, and looked at the selection of clothes. I hadn't realized I was in for another surprise. All I could see were dresses. They looked like what the women of Camelot wore. Princess Morgana before she turned into the wicked sorceress. Was this a joke? I tied the towel around me and came out of the closet. All three of them stood, facing the closet. "What is this? There are no clothes in here.No clothes that a person can wear." That I could see of.

And it was Luna's funeral; why would she dress extravagantly like that, and in red, for that matter? “Morgana always dresses in red.” Victor’s first daughter replied, joining us on her feet. I folded my hands together in perplexity. Unsure of what she meant by ‘she always dresses in red’. Even if she loved red so much she could have made an exception on a day like this. “I can’t wear other colors of dresses. It’s like a psychological disease.” She said, bowing her head slightly. For a moment, I was speechless. Was it like a rare disease or what?

"You okay? You've been staring at that dress for a while now." I clicked back to life and took my eyes off it. It was hard to believe that mermaids wore clothes but the dress was gorgeous. It was pink and had white pearls around it. Yellow strips of different shades encircled the skirtish-gown. The top of the gown that was connected to the skirt by a thick pink and yellow strip were cup bras formed from golden seaweed. It sounded crazy but it looked beautiful. "I'm fine. We should find the girl." Elliot had a face on that told me the matter wouldn't end there. "She lives with her parents in a burrow..."

"That's how long it will take me to reach you if something goes wrong. Five seconds. Remember that." "I will." The Meridian was exactly as I remembered—all glass and chrome and expensive minimalism, the kind of place where investment bankers closed deals and celebrities hid behind dark glasses. I arrived exactly at noon to find Morgana already seated at a corner table, visible from the street but positioned to see everyone who entered. She looked perfect, as always. Hair glossy and artfully styled, makeup flawless, wearing a dress that probably cost more than my car. And the fake pregnancy bump was convincing—expertly padded to suggest four months, positioned just right under the flowing fab

A crimson nightgown made of a flimsy, see-through silk that leaves nothing to the imagination. Morgana moves to shield herself once again, and one of the maids hits her hand away. “Stay still, my lady.” Morgana's heart skips at how she addresses her. A maid walks in holding a heavy red velvet cloak trimmed with thick white fur, a ceremonial robe for queens. “I don't think I'm the one supposed to wear…” “The king summoned you, and you have to wear this.” Morgana nods. They fasten the heavy red velvet cloak over her bare shoulders, the fabric trailing deeply behind her on the floor.

Olivia chose to wear a purple dress because she loved purple, and the styling was to her liking. A Velvet V-neckline, balloon sleeve, straight long gown that has a slit stopping above her knees, slightly exposing her jade-like thighs. Making her exude an aura of elegance and nobility. “Fine, let's go.” Morgan mouthed, angrily walking out. Olivia sighed, cursing him in her mind. He should be the one to change his outfit. He appeared Noble, cold and workaholic in his custom tailored suit, that screamed of affluence. Yes, he appeared simple but not simple.