"Tighter.." Opal said through gritted teeth, looking at her reflection through the mirror as her maid stood behind her trying to tighten the corset. The maid's fingers worked quickly, pulling at the laces with practiced efficiency, but the stubborn garment seemed to resist.
It was the perfect dress. An exquisite design Henri had spent a fortune on to have made for her. But she hadn't found the perfect occasion to wear it until now. Keeping it in waiting for over half a year, that she forgot the changes her body might go through. And to her horror, when she tried to wear it, it just didn't fit. She had to resort to extreme measure like wearing an uncomfortable corset, but she didn't mind, it was the most expensive clothing she owned, and one that made her feel closer to the levels of that
