My handmaids were looking over my shoulder, as they always did. Even though Catalina wasn’t affected by the many wolves in our house, she also looked like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown at this point. They had spent the entire afternoon making sure I looked beautiful and representative of their great king Aris. Yet they all knew that something was off.
“It looks beautiful. Thank you.” I forced myself to say and turned away from the mirror. They all smiled back at me, though they looked unsure whether or not they should be smiling at all.
“You mean you look beautiful.” Mia corrected me. They had dressed me up nicely in a silver dress. It fit tightly around my body and had a sweetheart neckline with strings of silver and diamonds lining it. It made it look like I was dripping
