Melissa Spatiatis.
“The King of Pyramid kingdom, King Owen and his queen, Victoria.”
“Then, the princes of iris Kingdom—” Pletora says.
I stand patiently amidst a whirlwind of silk and satin. The maidservants are all bustling around me in efficiency. One knelt before me, tugging off the white wedges that complemented my wedding gown. Another, with gentle hands, unfastened the back of my wedding dress and I exhale. There is a chorus of soft murmurs as they carefully lift the dress away, revealing my undergarments.
A third maidservant comes into the mix and she is carrying with her, a new gown of sapphire blue, it is the one that I will be wearing this evening. I raise my arms slightly and a maidservant slips the new bodice into place. Quickly, the delicate buttons at the back are def
