Amy carefully tied the knot of her long dress behind her neck, while staring at herself in the mirror. Her careful make-up hid the traces of her crying jag and sleepless night while her black dress, took attention from her face, highlighting her figure. The dress was also perfect for merging into the background when needed.
Amy smiled at that. A camouflage dress. She was sure that there were not many who would have the desire to remain invisible were they in her position. But there were things that she understood since last morning. She looked down at the pebble on the dressing table and sighed. It seemed her rejection had also hurt Emmy. No. Princess Emilia. Hurt enough that her nanny had decided to come and barge into the room of a guest early in the morning to lecture her.
