˙ VALKYRIE

“Would you prefer I repeat my statement or... Do it myself?”

I shuffled my feet, suddenly forgetting how to pull a dress off, “Uhm… Sorry,” I mumbled, fumbling with the tie of the gown.

"Now.”

How was I supposed to shred a dress this expensive-looking?

“No. I won't,” I said defiantly, taking two steps back.

“You won't or you can't? Choose your words carefully, Val.” He sat upright, returning the glass to the stool. My feet kept dragging me to the door. I ...