Wysteria's POV
Flower petals in an intricate manner were sewn to fit my body. The veins from the faeries of the land became a string holding the dress.
"Look here, Wysteria."
Calliope lifted my chin and drew her paintbrush along my cheekbone. I felt the cold from the paint tingling my bones with excitement.
"Let's go through the plan again," I said, fidgeting with my fingers.
"For the hundredth time? Seriously, Wysteria?"
A loud slap made Calliope snap her head at the doer. Nonchalantly, Leah brought herself forward and pushed Calliope to the back.
"Cut the girl some slack. She is only 18 years old, unlike a certain someone who is an ancestor to her." Leah pulled out a flower crown and tucked it in my hair.
"Pfft, 18. Are you she is 18? She is more like..." Calliope tapped he
