The Selection.

Part 7 (Aria's dress above)

I was rudely awaken by maids pulling me out of bed and to the bathroom chamber to get me ready.

Unlike before they actually payed attention to detail and had a maid who also had healing powers like Tabitha, work on removing all my bruises, cuts, scars, and imperfections.

This was good, I don't want any trace of this place when I'm finally free.

Once they finished bathing me with scented soaps and scrubs they moved me to my mirror and placed me on a weird round platform.

Then a woman came in followed by a series of women holding large rolls of different fabrics.

"Morning doll." she said in a happy tone I heard from very few people here.

I just nodded sharply and crossed my arms feeling ridiculous.

The woman smirked and crossed her arms back at me.

"I think this ones going to need something that resembles that little attitude and confidence, don't you think?" She said calling over her shoulder to the other women.

They all giggled in response and the woman lifted her arms and fabric went flying off the spools circling around me in all sizes, shapes, and colors, until there was so much going on I couldn't see a single thing around me.

Then all the commotion stopped and the extra fabric returned to their spools when the woman lowered her arms.

"I'm a tailor fairy." She said winking and shaking her thumb at me causing little shimmers of light to twirl around her finger, and so did the women around her.

"What do you think miss?" One of the women said quietly.

Raising an eyebrow I turned back toward the mirror and my jaw nearly dropped.

I was now wearing a long black dress that hugged around my hips and wrapped around my neck in such a way I could never imagine possible for myself.

"Did you somehow make it so that my hips an' tits look better?" I said bluntly to the woman.

"My dear, your curvy as hell, I didn't have to do a single thing." She said smiling.

I lifted the dress to inspect the heels I ended up in.

They were all black with a clear plastic heel and the part that held it to my foot was a long wire-like thing that wrapped up my leg several times.

I was then ushered off the platform and sat down in a vanity chair by one of my maids to be met by a small man.

"I'm doing your makeup." He said clearly not looking for permission to get started.

He began dabbing and painting and everything you could think of.

Within minutes he was done and put different pieces of silver jewelry all over me.

The first was thing was thin hooped earrings, then an elegant necklace that had an emerald inside a tiny heart.

Now was the moment I've been praying for. The selections.