Melissa Eden
“This one is a little plain. Next.” Christine says, her eyes doing a full scan of the white low cut dress that was on me.
The succession ceremony was in three days and everyone in the mansion was busier than usual while I was stuck in this room, trying on dresses like a doll.
The clothes were a reminder that in three days, my fate will be sealed. Whatever plans I had on running away would no longer be useful.
The succession ceremony was also a day where the new leaders get married to their mates so it was like a double ceremony.
In a few days, I was going to be married to that monster. My life would be officially over.
“Can’t we just use whatever? I really don’t care about what I put on, as long as it’s a dress.” I tell Christine lazily.
There was a whole new wardrobe,
