I gave a small smile to the make-up artist who’s standing behind me. She smiled back at me at her reflection in the mirror. Though it didn't reach her eyes, I can tell she's satisfied with her work on me. I looked different. It's been a long time since I fixed myself and put make-up on.
"The Señorito is waiting now downstairs," one of the artists announced as he went back inside the room. He was one of the ones who helped with the designs of the dress I’m wearing now and also helped me to wear it. I nodded and stood. I caressed the soft silk dress and sighed. After both of them left, I took the necklace Mr. Montevalles gave me earlier off my neck.
He checked me in my room and told me to wear it. But it's too heavy on me. It’s like a chain made of expensive gold, bought only to choke me
