Lyra's lips stretched out to a smile.
"I think I like you. Pen." She said and turned to the mirror. Penelope breathed out. If she wanted to be on her good side, she had to tell her exactly what she wanted to hear.
…
"Ouch!" Zelda shouted when the girls tightened the corset a little too much.
"Do you want to kill me? It's tight already. Why are you still forcing it?!"
She screamed at her maids, and they all panicked. She was fat, so it was hard to make dresses that fitted and were still pretty. All the dresses she had come with were partially sown on her body to avoid mistakes, but it seemed she had added a bit more and was fatter than them.
The maids panicked. How were they going to tell her that her ball gown did not fit?
Zelda huffed in front of the mirror, and then she scolded;
"If it doesn't fit, find another dress."
