“You know the dress with the feathers? The one I used when eating dinner with Lord Eldarion and his family?” I ask, and Mother Brown looks at me with questions in her eyes. “I want to wear it to the ball today.”
Her smile dies down from my request, and it’s replaced with fear. “Are you sure, Celeste? It will greatly offend them,” she mutters.
“I’m sure. The prospects will not treat me any better if I treat them nicely, so it does not matter if I offend them. Wearing this dress in front of the whole court will send everyone a message. Prince Terra, Lord Melkor, Lord Malekith, Lord Beldun, and Lord Algar will not like where my dress comes from and will know I don’t think they are good enough for me. Lord Eldarion will know he made a big mistake by rejecting me and that I could have been hi
