Chapter 39

I couldn't stop my heart from pounding as I stared at the 'tailor' who brought my clothes for the upcoming festival. Instead of the joy I felt because I had within my reach a beautiful garment that the Gazellians had even tailored for me, fear, nervousness, and surprise enveloped my being at this time.

Inside this huge room, only the two of us could understand the real situation. Our meeting this early and in this instance is a huge signal that anything can happen in the next few days or more in the next few hours.

"Claret? Are you fine? You looked pale; you're too nervous! Don't worry, we'll be right behind you when you're introduced in front of the vampires." I tried to smile at what Harper said. I hope this is the only reason I'm pale.

"Do you want to measure?" Lily asked me. He himself grabbed the box I was holding to put it on a table.

"I'll go first, dear princesses," he said, nodding to Lily and Harper, who were already busy looking at my outfit before