Amethyst's POV
I looked at myself in the mirror and rolled my eyes in frustration.
It was as if I was gazing at a completely different person, one that didn’t quite sit right with me. But, at that moment, it wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter.
Clad in a square neck puff sleeve dress with a shirred back, I paired the outfit with white chunky mules that made a statement—though not the kind of statement I wanted to make. My hair was styled into soft, big waves, framing my face, and my makeup was kept natural, accentuating my features without overwhelming them. I looked like the image of a modest young adult, which felt so far removed from who I really was.
Definitely not me.
Every piece I wore had been carefully chosen by my mother for today's meeting with my 'future in-laws.' As
