Three months later,
Alexandria POV
I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time at Aria and Somaya’s attempt to do my makeup. We had been at it for five hours, tirelessly preparing for my impending coronation in just one hour.
"Somaya…," I muttered her name, frustration evident in my voice. "What's the process now? Are we onto the brows?"
"Calm down, Your Highness," she said, chuckling. "I'm almost getting it right." She wiped my face clean again and sighed. "I suck at makeup," she groaned, palming her forehead.
I fluttered my eyes and almost screamed when I saw my reflection in the mirror. My face resembled that of a clown—the lipstick was a mess, red on the upper lips and black on the lower, and my complexion had turned ghostly white with whatever cosmetics they had used.
"Even I cou
