Tashina used her hand to dust her dress as she took a look in the mirror for the last time.
The handmaids picked a dark-themed outfit for her as though they wanted to commemorate the sad day.
It was a black gown with red flowers falling down to a heap of more red petals at the hem. It was an off-shoulder dress with a flabby sleeve that was tightened at her wrist.
Her upper body was enhanced by the material and the flowing skirt flew down her length.
Her fiery red locks were curled and left to cascade down her shoulders. Her face was powdered and her lips were painted a blossoming shade of crimson.
It's been a long time since she had dressed up this way in the Castle. She had always been inside her room, trying to curb the crazy craving in her head so she didn't bother to wear any fancy dress or even comb her hair sometimes.
