Victoria
I stood before the mirror, my reflection mocking me. The yellow ruffled dress draped to my feet, its white and pink floral patterns making me cringe.
Hideous. Absolutely hideous.
“Take this off,” I ordered, my tone clipped.
The maids exchanged a nervous glance.
“Did you not hear me? Take it off,” I snapped, sharper this time. They rushed to obey, carefully removing the offending garment.
Wrapped in my robe once more, I exhaled and rubbed my temples. My fingers brushed across the row of dresses hanging neatly on the rack. Twenty options, yet not a single one spoke to me. Each was more dreadful than the last. And worse, I had to wear one for my special day.
Groaning, I was pulled from my frustration by a knock at the door.
“My lady,” came the butler’s voice.
I gestured for
