JELENA
The moment I step out of the bathroom, the room erupts into controlled chaos at least ten women are waiting inside.
Some stand beside racks of dresses and others arrange jewelry on velvet-covered tables.
A few carry trays filled with flowers that glow with faint silver light and the moment they see me, they immediately bow.
"My Lady."
I freeze for half a second.
Right.
Apparently, I am important here, Andrea quickly moves beside me.
"Everyone, my Lady is ready."
Ready is certainly not the word I would use, maybe a little touvh of onfused, lost but mostly terrified.
Those seem far more accurate yet somehow, the women begin working around me with incredible efficiency.
One starts brushing my hair and another examines my skin.
A third carefully measures my wrist before fast
