Chapter One Hundred and Twelve
Chloe stood in front of the full-length mirror, a small smile teetering on her lips. Her purple hair was set in waves that cascaded down her back perfectly. Her silver wedding dress was covered in small beads and tiny diamonds. She still could not believe that she had found the dress she had longed to wear up in one of the large chests that contained some of her mother the queens rescued things one day when she had been looking for some more pictures of her royal family.
The 1920’s style dress, fell to just below her knee, and the string of pears finished off the look. She looked once more at her reflection, and blinked, the resemblance to her Mother Queen Rebecca was striking. The fringe material swished as she turned, it was perfect.
Lacey walked over
