It all started with a superhero, one who vowed to help save the world and use her powers for good....But how can one keep a promise if they don't remember making it?
What happens when the lines to right and wrong blur? When promises have to be broke...
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When William shuts the door, I resort to asking Lilah questions.
"Where's Allegra? She was meant to be looking after you."
"William threatened her with a gun. He thought I couldn't see but I'm not stupid." She states. "Allegra wasn't going to let me go but I just went anyway. Who could kill a kid?" She says with a cute smile and shrug. "What's going on here anyway?"
"I'm supposedly getting married."
"To who?" She asks. "William?"
"Yes."
"There must be something we can do."
"Maybe but for now I have to go along with it."
She nods, understanding that she has to go along with it too.
A second later, there's a knock on the door.
Lilah and I both look at each other. "Who is it?" I ask cautiously.
"Helena, your majesty. I'm here to give you some dresses. May I come in?" A woman says from the other side of the door.
"Yes, you can come in."
Thank fuck it isn't William.
She opens the door and brings in a rail filled with a selection of white dresses.
"Which one is mine?" I ask, taking no enjoyment in this.
This is not how I pictured my wedding day, real or not. It makes me feel sick to my stomach.
"It's your choice." She says cheerfully. "We have a wide variety to pick from."
"Pick one for me." I tell her as I refuse to participate in this. Picking out a wedding dress is too much of a big step. It's too meaningful. I'm not going to pick out a wedding dress because I want my first time picking a wedding dress to be special. I'd want it to be when I'm marrying Niko.
"But it's your wedding day." The woman states. "Why wouldn't you want to pick out your own wedding dress?"
"The dress doesn't matter to me."
"William thought you wouldn't choose one but he specifically told me not to even if you asked me."
I let out a tired breath. Fine.
"Lilah, which dress do you like?" I ask her.
She thinks for a minute before picking one out.
"This one it is then." I state, taking it off the rail.
The dress woman looks as though she wants to say something, object even, but she thinks better of it.
She leaves before multiple other women start filtering in the room.
They sit me down and start working immediately. They cover the entire dressing table in hair and beauty equipment. I've never seen so much of it in my life.
