The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“You’re totally right. In fact, I don’t know how I’ll
manage to put this one on over this hairdo.” I reached over
the table and wiggled my own mask for him to see.
“I’m jealous that yours has feathers.”
“We can swap if you’d like.”
“I think I’d rather not.” He smiled wide and looked at my
entire outfit. “You look like you absolutely belong in the
seventeen-hundreds.”
“I don’t know how those women managed to breathe.”
I’d been wearing the dress for over an hour now, but it
didn’t feel any more comfortable than it had when the
women who helped me dress tightened the laces of the
bodice for me when I first put it on. I would have said it
accentuated my small waist and full hips, but I couldn’t
imagine anyone putting this on and not automatically having
an hourglass figure. As much as I thought I would love to
always dress to the nines the way they did back in the old
days, I was sure I would have never had the experience.
Firstly, because I would have been some kind of housemaid
back in those times and secondly, because I would have
rebelled and dressed like a man just to get out of feeling like
my insides were smooshed.
“I guess they believed in beauty over everything,” Pierre
said. “So, where do you need my help?”
“Are you sure you want to help? You can totally just join
the party. I have enough hands on everything that I just have
to idle around and make sure nothing crazy happens, but I
should be free an hour before it ends.”
“In that case, I guess I’ll come back here and look for you
at ten? Maybe we can grab a drink afterward?”
“Yes.” I smiled. “In the meantime, enjoy yourself!”
As I watched him leave, I felt someone come up beside me
and turned to see my mother standing there, wearing a
similar dress to mine. We were all wearing similar dresses