There was a sickly smell in the air, that mixed with the smell of the thousands of followers around the room made me feel… well sick. I stood there in the grey dress that was slightly too big for me, my soon to be stepmother ordered the seamstress to come and fix the dress and threatened the poor woman that if it was not done quickly she would pay dearly.
Mona mumbled under her breath as she pulled the dress this way and that around my waist.
" I thought it was done perfectly," she said mostly to herself than to me.
"don't be too hard on your self" I whispered "it looks beautiful, you can't help the odd requests that people give you. In the end, she ended up making a stitch in the dress that could e easily removed later. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, my hair was in braids tha
