Eloise’ POV
I cannot choose what to wear. There are plenty of options to choose from, but there is no way I can grapple the options as fast as Zoe does.
This is the time when I miss having maids. In fact, I do not want to go on with my things without asking them for their opinions. I am becoming more and more dependent on the people around me as time goes by, which is odd… because I used to be so fine by myself.
I was already biting my nails pretty much as long as I could remember. While looking at the mess I have made while I am searching for a gown that is not so grand and not so simple as well. Just enough to have eyes looking at me so they could all see me as someone powerful… not a goddamn servant.
I was so busy trying to pull myself together when the door swung open. I stared at
