Chapter 47

Emma’s POV

“Your Highness, this one will look perfect on you.”

“No, this one will.”

“The black gown will be the best for the ceremony.”

The three maids said. They had been asked to help me pick a dress for the coronation ceremony, which will be taking place tomorrow.

Three dresses had been bought for me, but I didn’t know which one to pick, and so I had called for the advice of the three maids, whose loyalty I was sure lies with me.

It’s been a week since I was discharged from the hospital. A week since I have agreed to keep up with the pretense.

It’s not an easy thing living someone else’s life, but I just can’t see myself breaking the news to Dora’s parents about her death.

And it’s mainly my fault that she is dead. If only I had refused Michael, the real Dora would still be alive.

I can still remember what Brian told me on the day I decided to continue to live as Dora.

“You know you don’t have to. You didn’t mean for Dor