MIRIAM
I stifled a groan as Sahra tightened my corset. How in the freaking world, did the women withstand or manage to wear this?
"Can you leave it at that, please? It will take lots of effort for me to be able to breathe this way."
"But it needs to fit in to support you better, Miss."
"That is fitting enough, Sahra!" I almost snapped. I refuse to suffer from this, simply because I had agreed to play the role of Karden's betrothed. Besides, I was going to be shown around the manor and nothing more.
"If you insist, Miss," Sahra answered as she picked up the teal-colored dress she came with. I stood there in my corset and white linings as she helped me into the dress.
This is weird. Why wouldn't she just let me get dressed alone? Although I understood it was part of the traditions as t
