CELINE

Zarek must have left them, and the truth was that the longing to see him grew stronger and stronger in my heart.

I dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. The tight corset defined my waist and lifted my breasts in the square neckline.

The slightly off-the-shoulder sleeves left my shoulders half-bare.

The airy, beautiful dress fell softly to the floor.

"You should let your braid down and wear your hair loose; you can tie a ribbon."

I was even surprised to hear Camilla's timid voice, not being used to her speaking to me.

I listened to her—it was obvious she had more style than I did. The truth is, I had always been a bit of a tomboy, but now I wanted to look beautiful for him.

I fastened the black lace choker around my neck and looked at myself in the mirror, satisfied.

"You did well," I said, trying to ease our relationship, and finally, I stepped out of the room.

As my steps carried me down the plush carpeted hallway, my fists trembled slightly, and I didn't know where to p