"The choice is yours Violet. Either wear it yourself or I make you wear it myself." She looked at me in dread anticipated by my words I am willing to comply with. Why does she want to do everything the hard way?

"I-I'll Wear it M-Myself" She stuttered as I kissed her cheeks.

"Good." I whispered and I left for my study.

I can't wait to see her...How my Queen's gonna look in that dress...

Violet POV:-

I looked at myself. There are two stylists around me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Is this me?

Hidden behind makeup, buried under an expensive dress, losing my own personality....