"your life will be ruined."
"if i am with you, how could that be possible?"
this story is purely fiction, with all characters also being fictional.
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The princess sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror. The dress looked so beautiful on her mother, but somehow looked so ridiculous on her.
"Are you ready, Ma'am?" Dallia heard the voice of the tailor from outside the room.
"Yes," she replied hesitantly, noticing her hands were shaking ever so slightly. It was a nerve wracking thing, right?
Equipped with pins and threads, she felt the lady she had come to know as Mary pulling and tugging at the dress behind her.
"Isn't it a little tight?" Dallia expressed her concern, turning to her side.
"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Mary asked politely, her eyes gazing over the princesses figure. "It doesn't look it if that is your concern, princess."
Although the girl wasn't convinced, she gave a half heartedly smile at the kind lady. With a nod, the tailor got back to work as Dallia was left alone with her thoughts.
Would she look better than this on her wedding day?
Even though this wasn't the wedding she desired, she knew it was something she and every girl dreamt of growing up. Although, she had half the wish already. She didn't just look like a princess, she was one.
"What do you think?" Mary brought the girl back to reality with her sweet voice.
Dallia weakly smiled at what she saw in front of her. She didn't do the dress justice like her mother, but it was okay. It was simply an honour to wear it. "Thank you, Mary."
She watched as the lady narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, disappearing behind the princess.
It was then she cinched the dress in a little further at the waist, her head peaking out to see how it looked in the mirror.
But, it was then that the princess began to feel nauseous, her hand clutching at her stomach.
"Oh, princess," Mary rushed to her side, panicked by her pain stricken face. "What's the matter? Did I hurt you? Oh, please let me get you some water-"
"It's okay," Dallia promised, standing up straighter as she took a second to catch her breath. "I'm feeling nauseous today, that's all. It's the nerves, I think."
The tailor relaxed, her hand gently rubbing the princesses arm. "I understand. Your mother was the same."
The girl smiled lightly, noticing now that this moment was even more special to the both of them. "Do you think she would have wanted me to wear her dress on my special day?"
"Oh, definitely," Mary nodded. "You look just like her, darling. But the rehearsal will start soon, so if you take this off I will make the amendments before the big day. Get changed into something more comfortable for the rehearsal."
With a nod, the lady exited the room. Dallia could hear voices outside the room, but she took a minute to herself.
With one last look in the mirror, she sighed weakly to herself. Hopefully on the day she would look better.
