Mira and Valen
Mira
The maid didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to as I looked into her eyes. I wouldn’t be allowed to wear anything other than what the butler had left for me.
I looked back down at it, fear coiling inside of me. I’d barely escaped Valen when I’d worn that red dress. In this, I was certain he wouldn’t let me out of his grasp again.
I’d given my word, though. I thought of Molly, wasting away in the hospital. If I turned back now, she wouldn’t survive another year; I’d never hold my sister again.
I gritted my teeth. I’d do this for her. I’d do anything for my sister, even if it cost me my dignity.
It took twenty minutes and several attempts to figure out how to put on the straps correctly. Somehow, it was even more revealing than I’d thought it would be. Two vel
