'Please reject it Jayson.' she prayed as the prince looked at her his face expressionless as always. She couldn't tell whether he would reject the dress or not. After all, there were still several of them she hadn't tried.
"Turn around little piggy." He ordered. Eva turned around still hoping for that one answer. "I'll send in someone to do your makeup, feel free to name one of your liking." He said and silently walked downstairs.
"Daaaamn!" Eva cursed holding up the dress. How in fucks name did he expect her to survive in such a dress? It's him she would disgrace if she tripped over it and fell before everyone. She didn't mind it after all.
Knock knock!
"Come in, Eva said and the door flung open revealing a beautiful woman in her twenties.
"Hello Miss Eva, I am your assigned makeup artist for today. Could you please grant me the honor to do my magic on your pretty face?"
