Emperor of Annihilation

FORTY FOUR

I enter Giselle's office right behind her, and as she settles behind her desk, her eyes sweep over me, lingering with a frown. "Have you lost weight since the last time I saw you?" she questions, her gaze fixed on the designs adorning the mannequin on display.

"Not that much weight," I respond, knowing it was a complete and utter lie. I've been skipping meals ever since last week. The demands of the academy have become overwhelming, leaving me with barely enough time to sit down and eat. Autumn has lectured me about my unhealthy habits, but I've chosen to ignore her warnings.

"Mm... stand over here so I can take your measurements," Giselle instructs, motioning towards a designated spot.

With precision, she retrieves her measurement tools and begins the process. Her movements are practiced and efficient as she wraps the tape measure around my waist, taking note of the slender circumference. Next, she moves to measure my bust, her fingers deftly finding the right placement.

Lastly, she kneels down to measure my legs, her gaze focused as she ensures accuracy in each measurement.

As she works, I can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability, exposed under her scrutinizing gaze. Yet, there's also a sense of trust, knowing that she is skilled in her craft and will create something beautiful from these measurements.

She's the only person in my life who has never caused me any harm. The only individual I can trust enough to show my back to without fearing betrayal.

Her gaze stops at the scar on my stomach, a reminder of the injury Penelope inflicted upon me. She shuts her eyes briefly, shaking her head softly before pulling away. Although the scar isn't physically on her, the look she gives me makes it seem otherwise. It's as if she feels a sense of my pain, empathizing with the mark that serves as a visible reminder of past wounds.

Still, she doesn't utter a word about it and chooses to focus on picking me out a gown.

As we walk to the rack displaying the finished gowns, a dazzling array of elegance greets us. Each gown is a masterpiece in its own right, exuding opulence and sophistication.

One gown in particular catches my eye immediately with its flowing silhouette and intricate lace detailing. It's a classic ballgown style, with a fitted bodice adorned with delicate beading that sparkles in the light. The skirt billows out into layers of tulle, creating a sense of ethereal beauty as it cascades to the floor.

Beside it, a sleek mermaid gown commands attention with its form-fitting silhouette. The fabric is smooth and luxurious, hugging the curves in all the right places. The neckline plunges into a dramatic V, adding a touch of allure to the sophisticated design.

Further down the rack, a timeless A-line gown stands out with its simplicity and grace. The bodice is adorned with subtle floral appliqués, adding a romantic touch to the classic silhouette. The skirt flows softly to the ground, creating an elegant and effortless look.

Each gown is a vision of glamour and sophistication, leaving me in awe of Giselle's talent and craftsmanship. Yet, as I admire them, a pang of self-doubt creeps in, wondering if my own appearance could ever do justice to such stunning creations.

"They're all gorgeous." I say to her as I pull out my wallet, ready to hand her my card. "How much would they be?"

Her brows drop down into a furrow. "Excuse me? You're not paying me."

"I'm not? But—"

"But nothing," she interrupts firmly. "You're my niece, and I'm your aunt. The least I can do is lend you these dresses without expecting payment. I'm not accepting any form of money. Now, choose a dress already, for you and your friend."