Raya Banks

I ran my fingers through the glittery indigo lace dress I was wearing, gazing at my hourglass shape in the mirror and feeling my breath catch in my throat at how beautiful Mary had made me look.

“What do you think? Pretty good huh?” The pixie-haired woman quipped and my gaze flickered to her beaming face in the mirror for a moment, trailing my eyes over the black swan dress she was wearing herself.

We looked elegant, like high-class women instead of the lowly maidens we were. 

I felt a shudder pass through my back, what would Nikolai think if he saw me like this? 

“It's...nice,” I whispered,...