Book 16: Drowning in a Dress

Lexa

Lis clicks her tongue and fluffs the fabric of the impossibly massive ballgown that would look gorgeous on literally anyone else but me. The dress alone takes up my entire room at Kaleb’s house, so I’m at the pack house instead, stripped down to my undergarments while half a dozen Glade women fuss over yards and yards of dark blue satin the same color as my eyes.

“Don’t step on it!” Lis screeches, glowering at a young woman now ducking her head and scurrying to hide behind a woman I believe is her mother, based on their similar physical traits. Everyone follows Lis’s commands, however, and after two grueling hours, I’ve been stuffed into a corset so tight I might actually pass out and then into a dress with a skirt so wide and heavy I’m not sure I can even walk in it.

“I can’t breathe,” I hiss, my hand pressed against my stomach.

“Good, that means it fits. See, I knew you had a waist somewhere. Plus, you have all those muscles to protect