Evelyn's POV
I stand behind the doors playing with the fabric of the dress I am wearing. I try to inhale deep and exhale again. I also try counting numbers. Nothing seems to calm me down somehow.
"Jeez! This dress is heavy!" I mutter under my breath.
"But needed! It is your freaking Coronation!!!" Celia walks to me out of blue.
I nod. Yeah! My freaking Coronation it is!!
"Would I do well?" I ask Celia wondering if I would trip over my dress or fart before the guests or do something that would embarass me.
"Of course!!" Celia says checking my outfit, hairstyle and makeup.
Once Celia makes sure everything is on point, she gives her attention to me. Finally!!
I can already hear the whispers from the other side of doors and my heart pounds in her chest.
"Oh My Gosh!! I am excit
