A couple of hours had passed in a flash, and before I knew it, I had been informed of Darius' arrival. And once more, he refused to come and see me. Instead, he asked for my presence in the dining room. Through a maid who acted as a liaison.
'What is this, a medieval movie?' I wonder to myself, he didn't want to come and see me directly. That's fine, I'll...go and see him. I'll...go and see him.
I haven't seen him since...
'Screw this.' I make my way to the wardrobe, where I pick out a dress and dawn it faster than expected. After which I sit in front of the makeup table and get myself primped up and pretty.
As I do so, I feel my heart beating, trying to break free from my chest.
Ignoring it, I stand, so I take a good look at myself. I had poured down my hair so it flowed down my neck and rested in front of my left shoulder. My hair makes it down to my left breast, which is covered by the red gown I had chosen.
