©WebNovelPub
PREVIEW
... d, holding onto my arm. She hated heels, and it didn’t help that Meruria had picked out a strapless black dress that was too short on purpose.
I didn’t much care for the hip split on the crimson one she chose for me. Mary, though, wore hers without any reservations. It was an emerald-clasped one-shoulder dress. It sparkled with the pearls she was ordered to wear around her neck.
We had just walked into the grand ballroom after being escorted by Remy. The suit-wearing bitch said h ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE