It took a good three hours for Misa to be readied for dinner. The maid sent to her was silent the entire time she worked on Misa's attire. After a hot bath, Misa was presented with the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. A shimmery red dress made of the softest satin, embroidered with dark laces and flowers along the sleeves and neckline.
It flared out from her hip, though it wasn't wide enough to be cumbersome. Misa was almost afraid to move in fear of tearing it. She couldn't imagine how expensive it must have been.
The maid directed her to a chair to style her hair, and it was this that had taken the longest time. Loosening the painful kinks, roughly brushing, pulling, and braiding had Misa sporting a tight headache by the time the maid finished. She couldn't complain, however, as
