We are made of what we believe in, Emily kept chanting in her head as she went through the evening gowns in the closet. You are now a princess, if only by alliance.
“Do we really have to attend dinner?” She whined as the choice made itself difficult.
“After the lunch fiasco, it wouldn’t do our image good to skip on dinner, dorgoy,” Theodore stated almost darkly after a while.
She wasn’t used to having him speak to her in that tone. She wasn’t used to seeing this cynical side of him.
“Are you okay, lover?” She asked as she held two evening gowns in front of her and showed them to him.
He pointed at the blue one wordlessly.
“Theo,” she called his name in a whining tone. Why wasn’t he answering her question?
“I am peachy, dorgoy,” he said on a tired sigh. “How many times must I r
