Although she'd filled up her self-confidence by looking at herself plenty in the mirror, Theora felt nervous when they announced the carriage from House De Boreal had arrived. Fredery had kindly accompanied her into a waiting room downstairs with plenty of reassuring smiles, but Theora's stomach seemed to be twisted in tight knots while she paced the room.
"My lady?" Someone knocked on the other side. "May I?"
"Y-yeah. I mean yes," she corrected herself with a grimace.
A maid opened the door, and Breorion entered, only to stop one foot in, whatever word he was about to utter stuck in his open mouth. He was staring at her, his eyes opened wide, completely still. Theora's stomach decided to sink next. She nervously played with her fingers.
"I-I... I look different," she mumbled.
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