OCTAVIA'S POV
"You have to leave now; you'll be late," Helen retorted while I dragged my feet towards the mirror. I looked heavily dressed. This most certainly wasn't my code of outfits when given the chance, but I could see and tell how much it meant to my father.
A knock, however, settled on the door, drawing both of our attention towards it.
"Come in," Helen responded. The door opened, and a smug grin crawled up the sides of my hips, seeing it was Nikolai. He walked in looking a bit angered, and I love to see him all green from envy, thanks to the fact that my father had chosen me in his place.
"Leave us; I have important things to say to my sister," he ordered Helen, who passed me skeptical looks. I nodded, giving her a sign of reassurance before waving her off.
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