"Morgan, what on earth are you wearing?" Elene couldn't believe her own eyes as the girl walked into the room where she was preparing for the wedding.
"What? You said that since I am your only bridesmaid, I can wear whatever colour I want!" The teen rolled her eyes, now annoyed for the tenth time today, and smoothed her dress.
"Yeah, I remember that—" Elene rubbed her temples. "I meant any colour like pink, blue, red, green, yellow even— But you are wearing black!"
"And your point is?" Morgan arched her brow and spun around, showing off her thin obsidian silk gown, which was also backless with a very low cut and a high slit at the front.
"Fenrir, help me." The Princess massaged her temples. "Not only are you dressed for a funeral instead of a wedding, but it's also a style for a twenty
