CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

—JASMINE.

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I let out a startled shriek as one of the maids yanks the corset ropes with a bit too much force, causing me to wince in discomfort. The dress I'm wearing feels like it's being squeezed to life, and I can't help but feel a bit irritated.

"Sorry," the maid whispers, her voice barely audible, as she continues to tighten the laces.

I sigh and resign myself to the process, allowing her to do her job.

It's already six pm, and I'm getting prepped for the party.

After skipping breakfast and lunch, and spending the entire day cooped up in my room, willing the hours to pass faster, the awaited festival has finally arrived.

With a final tug on the corset, the maid steps back and surveys her handiwork. I glance in the mirror and barely recognize the person staring back at me.

The dress is stunning, but it's tight and uncomfortable.

I have decided to go with the silvery one and it suits me best.

I take a deep breath and try to shake off the feeling of unease. It's just one night,