Chapter 144. Freedom: the Last Dance

Blank styles my hair as I round up my make-up. I don’t know where the hell he learned to style a female’s hair into an elegant up-do, but I’m grateful that he did learn it. Especially since the frizzes of my strands aren’t a hindrance to his craft at all.

At least I won’t have to worry about the hair anymore. I would just call him.

After he’s done, he helps me into my dress. And we both stand in front of the mirror when we round up the struggles of wearing the dress.

He’s too tall. Too tall that I only reach him on his chest. But it’s one of the things I love about him.

Now we’re matching. The Belle in her red dress and the prince in his black stylish tux. And he IS so handsome in that attire that I wish he would off them.

“Are you ready?” he asks. I nod. “Then I’ll just go down and set the audience