I should’ve just agreed to this marriage to begin with. It was always going to happen, regardless of protest. Zander would get his way. Now Lulu was in Olympus. I didn’t know what was happening to her there. What I did know was that my heart hurt without her. She would’ve helped me get ready for this night. I bathed, careful to clean the fresh abrasions. My hair had been washed with the lavender soap we kept hidden away for special occasions. It had been brushed, braided and coiled tightly at the nape of my neck. Pins held it into place. The dress Laney told me to get out of her bureau hung delicately across my curves. I’d never felt more like a woman than right then. The dress was exquisite. Its capped sleeves delicately skimmed my shoulders, while the beaded square neckline emphasized the swells of my breasts tastefully, revealing neither too much nor too little. The bottom layer was emerald colored silk, while the top layer was gauzy and swished over the top delicately as I walked.
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