ELLA'S POV
Tears sting in my eyes as I frantically try to remove the bright red stains from my delicate pink dress. The hours I had spent painstakingly sewing it to fit perfectly were now in vain.
Obviously Asher had intentionally spilled her drink on me. I wonder why they all despise me so much, it cannot be just because I am human.They always dress however they please everyday, so why can't I do the same?
I eventually give up when I realize the stains are spreading more on the fabric.
It's already past dinner time, and I don't have another dress I can wear that looks as good as this. I briefly think about sending King Reagan a note to tell him I can't come, but I change my mind. This chance is rare for someone like me, so I can't give up or let him conclude that I'm not willing to g
