Emma muttered, 'I can't breathe.'
Truth be told, this wasn't the first time she had felt this way. Dressing up for formal occasions like the abdication ceremony was a pain since it involved tight corsets, breathing lessons, having to sit on a chair as a whole team of artists worked on your face, and hours and hours-long preparation, not to mention other things to be done before an important event.
Preparations had been made by Eleanor, for her to get dressed up at the palace boutique, where the seamstress would do her wonders. Her boyfriend was becoming a crown prince, the least she could do was dress up and show up to the ceremony with a smile on her face.
She winced, "Roselia, could you possibly go easy on the waist, I'm having difficulty breathing," she admitted, being as polite as she possibly could.
