MIRIAM.
"Why did you put that on?" Lottie asked.
"Hmm?" I replied, staring back into the mirror as Sahra finished with the strings behind the dress I wore.
I hate those damn corsets! Breathing in them was never a fun thing, nor a thing I looked forward to.
"The thing you put underneath your dress. It looks like you didn't like it, and I heard you groan so many times as Sahra helped you with it." Lottie pointed out from where she sat with a wooden plate of the chicken we had finally fried. "I mean, if it hurts you so much that you groan, why did you put it on?" She asked, stuffing her mouth with a thigh and lifting one of her brows.
"Oh, the corset?" I asked as Sahra fixed my hair from behind.
"Is that what it is called?"
"Yes. That was a corset, Lottie," I answered.
"Why did you p
