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As soon as I closed the door, I slid my back down it and buried my face in my hands.
What happened here? Why was I again sent an evening gown that disregarded all laws?
Struggling for composure, I breathed in and out deeply.
Actually, I didn't want to wear the dress at all. Initially, my plan had been to avoid appearing at the reception at all. But now I could forget about it. The refusal of such a gift would immediately put me in the focus of the Brotherhood. Something I had to avoid at all costs.
"You can do it, Myrina," I said to myself, encouraging myself. What choice did I have? None!
So I got up again. Went to the sink, where I splashed water on my face, and with one last look into my determined green eyes, I left the bathroom.
Aza had emptied the box and hung up the light blue dress. Only now could its full splendor be seen.
The top was a corset set with translucent diamonds, which clearly highlighted the chest with its plunging neckline, and was held on the shoulders only with spaghetti straps.
The floor-length skirt was a dream of gauzy, light blue tulle layers, with a slit in the front right reaching just below the hip, exposing the right leg with every step.
Under the dress stood matching silver open-toed stilettos that clung to the foot only with the help of a strap around the ankle.
“Are you okay?” asked Aza, approaching me with a jewelry box in her hand.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I answered hastily. “What is it?”
“The jewelry box was with the dress and shoes.” Invitingly, she held out the box to me.
Reluctantly, I accepted it and opened the lid, this time without thinking about it for long. A silver hairband with dazzling diamonds, like those on the dress, and matching earrings lay on a velvet pillow. The sight of them left me speechless.
Smiling, Aza took the jewelry back into her care. “Let’s make a princess out of you, then.”
An hour later, I stood on unsteady legs in front of the ceiling-high mirror and stared in disbelief at its reflection.
The dress fitted like a glove. Tight and sexy, the corset enclosed my upper body. The gossamer straps and the fine diamonds were in pure contrast to the figure-hugging, provocative cut, which made my marble-white breasts appear lush.
The soft tulle skirt lay delicately flowing against my naked lower body, revealing my right leg and elegant silver stiletto with every step.
Aza had twisted my hair at the sides and put it together in a loose chignon at the back of my neck. In front, chin-length strands framed my face, and the hoop, surrounded by light, sparkled in my black hair. Also, the earrings, which fell like long drops from my earlobes, glittered. Only my necklace did not hang around my neck as usual since everyone could see it there, and no one was allowed to know I owned a piece of jewelry. So, I had taken the pendant off the silver chain and hidden it in my corset. I didn't know why, but I felt safer carrying it with me.
In front of me stood a woman I did not recognize, who was sexy, elegant, and beautiful. When I was barely 20 years old, the world I had known until then had changed entirely. A new world order had backed me into a corner, trapping me in the transition between girl and woman. Time froze.
In front of me, I finally saw 25-year-old Myrina: Freed from her childish features, feminine, sexy, and elegant. Onlythe uncertain look was something I still had to work on. The necessary self-confidence was already slumbering deep inside me, just waiting to be brought to the surface.
Briefly, I closed my eyes and exhaled once. Then I gathered all my courage, and as soon as I opened them again, strength sparkled in the green of my eyes.
“You are simply breathtakingly beautiful, Myrina,” Aza affirmed admiringly, checking the lacing of my corset one last time and smoothing out the tulle at the back.
“I wish you could be there for the reception,” I said, turning to her.
"Oh, I will be present. Although not in such a magnificent dress as you, Stephan and I were also invited," she said excitedly.
“That’s unusual, isn’t it?” I asked in surprise.
Aza nodded in agreement.
“Nonetheless, I’m insanely happy about it. What are you going to wear?”
Aza looked down at herself. “This is my best dress,” she replied softly, and I was ashamed to be standing here next to her in an evening gown embroidered with diamonds.
Determined, I walked to the clothes we had brought from home. Aza was the same height as me and had the same figure. I quickly pulled out the one I was supposed to wear to the reception. It was black, of course, but had beautiful filigree flowers embroidered on the skirt, which you only noticed if you looked closely.
