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🖤 "You will remember me," I utter, wrapping my hand tighter around the candle. "You will remember the woman who burned your world to ash. For I am a reckoning. I am vengeance. I am your demise. And no one, no man n...
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🪷I would like to state a couple things that I hope y'all will read and consider. Even though I can see the large number of reads I have gotten on this book, I still don't know in any great detail what all of your thoughts are on the story so far beyond a few comments and the many votes I've gotten. 🪸
✨I am not someone who says this for the sake of attention, I say it so that I can receive feedback from my readers to give them the best experience possible. I will be frank that though my writing does not show it, I have very low confidence in myself and my abilities as a writer. Again, I do not say this to gain attention, but to give you all context as to why I ask for feedback and thoughts on characters, story dynamics, and the overall feeling this story gives readers. 🤔
⚔️In all my stories, my one goal is to entertain and to intrigue others with twists, turns, and themes that I am exploring and hopefully perfecting as I continue writing. I greatly appreciate everyone who has read my chapters and given this book a chance, I can't wait to finish this amazing journey with all of you. Best wishes and have a wonderful and witchy October!🖤😈🧜♀️
———————————————————————- After an hour in the Hughes' sewing room, I was still amazed at the endless amount of fabrics strewn around the room in a rainbow of endless colors. The boxes of decorations, ribbons, silks, lace, and feathers piled up on the floor, while lace capped females busied themselves with altering three beautiful dresses in the center of the chaos.
Adila, Octavia, Rose, Iris, and I watched from the flower printed couches while snacking on fluffy breads, jams, and herbal tea, theirs sweetened with sugar and mine bitter from Isolde's herbs to ward off pregnancy. Thanks to Ares, I was by far better at using the metal utensils, allowing me to not ruin the simple gull gray dress that Rose found for me to wear, while Octavia was given a dress the color of sea foam, and for Adila one the shade of a ripe orange. We chatted and joked with the girls, Rose and Iris finding it fascinating when Adila began telling them about all our mischevious adventures as young Mer.
I amused myself with savoring the delicious breakfast, glancing back and forth between the girls and the busy females scurrying round the centers of their work. The three dresses, one gold as the sun's rays, one a dark blue as the night sky, and one silver as stars shining underneath the waning moon's light. All were made from a sheer materiel, the skirts layered into sheets and gathered together to form the bodice.
The material cut into a v-shape at the chest, while the straps of the bodice went over the shoulders and attached to the back. Connected to the straps were long strips of the same fabric, going all the way down to the skirts like a pair of long delicate wings. If that wasn't enough to catch my eye, the spattering of glass beads and stars on the bodice, and the many small sun shaped crystals sewn onto the straps and wing like strips certainly would.
