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113| The Trial.

Sandra came bright and early to get me ready for the trial today. She might not be working as a maid anymore, but she still sees it fit to dress me up because she thinks that I can't get ready on my own.

I can, but I just don't want to. She forces me into a black power gown with ruffles at the rim, but not so much that it's weird. It's fitted from my neck to my waist but free downwards, and it has a square-shaped neckline that's not afraid to show the top of my breasts.

I wear my hair up in a messy bun with jewellery draped across my open neckline and shoes that fit comfortably under my gown. Sandra stares at me in pride when she's fine, but I frown deeply at her efforts.

"It's a trial, not a ball." I say in a dry voice, and she rolls her eyes, spinning my dressing mirror chair so that I can face her directly. Then she rests both her hands on my shoulders and wears a happy smile.

"You're the Luna. You have to look like this for either occasion. Besides, everyone there would be dressed
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