Clarisse snapped her fingers.
"Earth to Sophia," she called, waving her hand across Sophia's face.
Sophia snapped out of her thoughts.
"What is it?" She asked, slightly irritated.
"We have a ball to prepare for, remember?" Clarisse reminded benevolently.
"Juliette's it is," Sophia said with a depressing sigh.
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"My priority is making sure I'm able to breathe, Juliette, not suffocate from this tiny torture device," Sophia said to the other lady in the vicinity, totally aware of the fact that that tiny torture device had a name.
Juliette seemed displeased after hearing Sophia's comment.
"It is my duty to make sure you look your best, your grace. And if a tight corset is what it takes to get you there, then…"
Sophia yelped in excruciating pain as she was yanked back and felt her waist tighten.
"MIND YOU, I'VE MENTIONED THAT I DESIRE TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE IN THIS!" Sophia nearly shouted, wincing.
