"Deep breaths, Serena. Deep breaths." I try to coach myself out of the panic attack I feel coming on.
I am standing in front of the mirror of my giant closet completely naked after my bath. It is time to get dressed for this masquerade ball that I do not wish to attend. I keep hoping my grandmother will come in here and tell me that she decided to cancel the entire thing, but I have not been so lucky.
I hear my bedroom door open slowly. A soft voice calls for me. "Queen Serena? May we come in? We are here to help you get ready for the ball." I do not move. I just stand there trying to control my breathing as I stare at my naked frame in the mirror.
I still feel sick to my stomach. Maybe I should tell grandmother? Maybe that will make her cancel this whole thing. Then I could hold off
