Janice sighed as she gazed at herself one more time in the mirror.

The bodice of gown the Queen had compelled her to wear restricted her airflow. She doubted if she would be able to come alive before the event ended.

She adjusted the sweetheart neckline of the dress, so it wouldn't make her look indecent due to her growing chest. Before smoothening her palm on the non-existent crease on the dress.

Despite not liking the fact the Queen had picked it for her, she appreciated ...