The Christmas carols reverberated throughout the four walls of my room as I stared at myself in the mirror, chanting a prayer that doesn't exist to call whatever that could help me for this big moment. Tomorrow will be Christmas day and I will be crowned on Christmas Eve. And that is tonight. I had a lot on my mind. What if I'll trip whilst walking on the carpet? What if my dress rips open? Because the moment I tried the dress on, it was very hard to breathe. What if one of the chandeliers will fall on me and I'd die?
I heaved a long, deep breath and let it out again slowly. I was holding a hair comb that acts as a scepter. I had Malory put the tiara on me.
"What if the crown falls down?" I turned to ask Malory who was lying on my bed, switching the song using her phone. When she finall
