MIRA
After the girls have left, I sit at my desk for a while staring at the two boxes. I know very well who are they from. And that doesn’t promise anything good for me. First, I open the one that appeared in flames of dark magic, the one from Derrien. And the first thing I see is a note saying: “Wear this to the ball.” And that’s pretty much it. A simple order to a girl who is just a piece of property.
The dress inside is of a rich wine colour, I get it out and, surprisingly it is not over the top with all its openness. Strange… Or maybe I had a completely wrong idea about the gerdian fashion? I come to the mirror and press the dress against myself. The rich fabric flows in gentle waves to the floor, the sleeves with slits from the shoulder also go down to the very bottom of the d
