Marjorie's POV:
I stood in front of the mirror, studying myself. Was I not pretty enough? No, I had been told my entire life that I was beautiful. But maybe because I was too short? Being a tall woman makes you more attractive in a way. Or maybe it was my hair? Is it the color? No, it was a rare hair color. Wasn't rare nice and pretty?
“Your Highness, you've been standing in front of the mirror for almost half an hour. What seems to be the problem?" Annette asked me, confused.
“Annette, do you think there's something wrong with me?”
“What do you mean Your Highness?"
“I mean...the way I look. Tell me truthfully.”
“Well... truthfully? Your bosom could be a little bigger. Your waist would look a little smaller if you wore your corsets when I told you to. Your brows could be a little l
