Violet
Instead of nervousness, I felt dread.
But I pushed the door open quietly, praying to not find the maids waiting for me, to let just this night be over so that I could return home.
I had barely texted mom after my arrival here and thankfully she hadn’t pestered me about returning soon.
Family dinners at my home were filled with joy and laughter, not this soul sucking exercise.
I sighed as I looked at the maids, all five of them smiling at me.
My gaze slid past them to the bed and that was when I noticed the dress.
It had been laid out carefully across the covers, the fabric fanned in graceful folds as though someone had taken their time arranging every inch of it. A soft ivory tone, neither too pale nor too bright, with a faint sheen that caught the dim evening light.
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