Princess Amara

Chapter Six

The minuets practically shook their asses as me, as they crawled by. 

I was scrubbed. Harshly. 

My hair was styled. Tightly. 

And the dress they put me in? Oh I was ready to throw hands, but Larris could see the hate in my eyes and managed to keep a good 10 feet between us. At all times. 

The maids flitted around me like gnats, refusing to meet my glare. 

If looks could kill, am I right? 

It was finally over, nearly three hours had passed, because apparently, I have 'much work' that needs to be done, in order for me to look even slightly presentable. 

I wish I could choke Larris with my mind. 

Finally seated in front of the vanity, looking back at myself. I was annoyed. 

My skin was flawlessly covered with the powder they had repeatedly slammed on my face. My lips a perfect light pink color, and my large eyes surrounded by the ink they had crashed into my eyelids. 

My body was hunched over in defeat as the maid looked over every inch of me to ensure I was perfect. 

My curly white hair had been straightened so much that it looked nearly identical to Andrea's, and hers was dead straight. From there, the real torture began. 

The yanking, the pins that doubled as knives against my skull, the tugging as they desperately tried to tame my thick hair, had taken over and hour. 

And I was pissed. 

Although, I can not take away their credit, even if it did hurt like a bitch. 

They had somehow made my usually untamable hair, into an intricate design placed delicately on the top of my head. 

They had stuck with my homelands traditional style. The front of my hair was braided tightly to my scalp, two long braids coming down the side of my face, framing it. Then there was one braid in the middle that lead back into a large crown braid that completely consumed the rest of my head. 

I tried not to look, but I saw my Mother in it. 

I had watched her have this very same style woven onto her, with wide eyes as she smiled down at me. 

I looked exactly like her. 

And it made my chest burn. 

I quickly looked down, to make sure no one could see my watering eyes, but they quickly dried at the site of the dress that I had been placed in. 

As previously stated this Ball, was in place for Aria, Andrea, and I to find our 'soul mates'. 

Fucking disgusting. 

Therefore, it  meant free range for them to dress us like pieces of meat, with barely concealed parts. 

As in the front of my dress was completely see through. 

It was a dark black color with small red flowers adorning the top of its low neckline. A strapless dress that would no doubt have everyone looking at me.