“Remind me again, why do I need to doll up for the next ball?” Larissa was standing in the middle of the room, her hands raised so that the tailor could take her waist measurements again.
Across from her, sitting on a white lounge sofa draped with turquoise pillows, were Emeline and Luce, watching the entire thing.
Luce was bored to death, as seen in her ghastly face who had to sit through the long hours of planning Larissa’s next gown. Emeline, on the other hand, enjoyed every second, even clapping her hands whenever she sees a perfect design that suits Larissa.
“Because on the next ball, more people would be looking at you. Show them what they lost!” Emeline was talking as if the people was Larissa’s ex partner.
Larissa smiled and playfully shook her head at Emeline, thinking ‘Emeli
