Marjorie:
As Annette helped lace the corset tighter, I couldn't help but wince a little.
”All done,” she said, stepping back.
I took a deep breath, well at least, as deep as I could, “Finally. How do I look?” I asked breathlessly.
I felt beautiful, and my reflection in the mirror was telling me the same. But lately, I was relying on other people to compliment and appreciate me.
“You look as gorgeous as always Your Highness,” Annette said with a smile.
“You really think so?" I asked, fixing a loose strand of my hair.
“Of course. Why do you doubt it?"
I shrugged, “I don't know.”
“Oh, I know. It's because of that boy," she sighed.
“He's not a boy. He's a man,” I corrected gently.
“Well, Your Highness, I'm happy to let you know that ‘your man’ will be attending the luncheon
