Evening comes and it’s time to show Queen Esther that her words aren’t and will never be a threat to me.
Since I’m not used to using cosmetics, I ask the Omegas, who are taking care of me, who among them can paint my face. It’s Rhia, who offers her skills. She’s a blonde, whose hair is tied in one braid just like the other Omegas. She has fair skin and an average height. Her eyes are blue, but not as bright as mine.
“I’m not a professional Ms. Marguerite, but I can make you even more beautiful for your tonight’s dinner with Her Majesty,” she says. “Do you have any particular request?”
I settle myself on a chair in front of a vanity mirror. I study my face for a few seconds, and with a persevering mind, I answer, “Make me the most beautiful and the most attractive among the other partici
