Part 17

I felt quite inadequate as I walked alongside my aunt with her arms wound around mine. To worsen the bubbly feeling in my belly, I found my waist cinched by a delicate white corset. As a curvy omega, my waist was already pronounced, but the material accentuated them.

I could feel my breasts almost spilling out the bralette, the straps digging into my shoulders. The housekeeper insisted on me sliding on gloves with stars and glitter on them, pairing along a soft lavender balloon gown. My hair was done by professional stylists, few of the strands pinned atop while the remaining curled around the edges.

As I waited to be announced, I felt the butterflies in the pit of my stomach threatening to spill out. The sound of my name was muffled amidst the music and the crow