"EEEKKK! No, stop!" Arianell screamed for help. She was standing behind the fabric screen, fighting for her life.
"Milady, hang in there! It's almost done!" Amalia encouraged her.
"I will suffocate if you finish this!" The silver-haired girl protested. Today was the day when she received her title and everyone around her made such a fuss with preparation, that she felt like suddenly in another world. Especially her designer and his assistant were the worst.
"This is the latest trend! Milady will be the prettiest woman that walked the Earth!" Amalia stubbornly insisted on dressing her.
"Since when is the corset the latest trend?! This is the oppression, I'm telling you!" Arianell cried out, but no one was willing to listen to her. The assistant put all her strength into the lacing, leaving no space for a hair to get in.
