Scorched

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She didn't like what was happening to her at all. She didn't even bother holding her cries in whenever a needle probed her skin, or whether there was too much glitter in her face; she wanted the servants and especially Penelope, to know exactly how she felt about this.

Her dress was... Nice. She didn't particularly like it, nor did she hate it. But it surely didn't satisfy and wow her to the fullest extent; so she at least kept that information from Penelope.

It is made from lace and silk — the white lace being the pattern on the black silk as it clung to her body from her chest to her mid-thigh where it sprang apart like fresh flower petals and fell to her feet. Another mermaid style dress. Definitely not a favorite.

The neckline is a V, but since her breasts were small; there was barely any cleavage with this one. She tilts her head to the side looking at herself standing on the box through the body-length mirror in the fitting room, where most of the designs got done; before not finding her breast peek through from the side and she looked back up again.

They were fidgeting with the dress at her feet now, doing measurements and who knows Gods' what, with snipping and more probing.  She had to stay still for the pins to not penetrate her sides while they did this which she didn't appreciate, but did once they arrived to her feet.

At least Kaleb looked happy to see her. Well he is more interested in her marks. Since he saw them he never stopped. She pretended that he liked her body instead and wasn't in the least curious about her marks, but it got harder everyday with him barely meeting her eyes.

She made him sit on a lounge, she didn't want to be the cause of his next collapse since he was still weak. The room was hexagonal in shape, with floor-to-ceiling on four sides and a huge shelf full of various designer paraphernalia, that also took up the entire wall with the door. In between were mannequins and other tables with more design products. So on the lounge against one of the windows is where Kaleb sat.

She still didn't like how he looked. In his face.

He looks hollow, nearly as bad as herself. He still has his bandage on however, and his memory seems to be intact as well. She really liked the way he looked at her when she went to him after his awakening — as if she was the only woman in the world. But it passed once he saw her revealing marks.

Since then, things have been a little awkward. But at least he was healing, as was she. Her hands looked horrible however, horrid and atrocious scars and tissues that looked like wrinkled clothing. She knows she will never have beautiful hands again, it counted as a sacrifice for what she has done; so this is now the aftermath.

She looks back to herself away from Kaleb, to her strappy dress and hid her hands behind her to make the picture she saw in the mirror much more captivating.

She glances back to Kaleb, his eyes followed her hands knowing she feels ashamed of them when he looked back up, they locked eyes. He still looks a bit pale. But his eyes were bright and healthy. Those beautiful moss eyes.

He first broke their long glance to watch the servants pick at her again. This time she hisses and looks down after feeling a sewing needle prob her skin, making the earrings she wore click at her ears.

Oh right she forgot about that. They were long hanging diamonds with a few silver beads in between them. They glowed  extremely brightly, even catching rainbows in them when the sun shone into her eyes. She actually liked them it made her face look more attractive in her opinion. She especially liked them clicking. The first time she tried them, she didn't stop rocking her head back and forth to make them spin and click — she liked the sound of real diamonds clicking against steel.