Preparation for the gala pt.2

Ophelia’s POV

On one hand, one of them was literally yanking me backward with my hair, in the guise of wanting my hair to look perfect and enthralling, while on the other, some sharp instruments–but not too sharp, were being shoved under my nail plate, and into my nail bed.

How the hell do rich people live like this? It felt like my toes were about to be yanked off my feet but I couldn't utter a peep, so I just withstood the pain by pursing my lips into a thin line.

"Wow, Miss. Your skin is so smooth, looks like you won't need waxing," The bossy woman said, and I just chuckled awkwardly as I had no idea of how to respond.

They made me flutter my eyes shut as they rallied around to put me in a dress, and also place jewelry on me. Soon, the tugging and pulling on my face and hair stopped as the room became silent.

It was then I realized that they had left just like they had arrived; stealthily like a thief in the night while my eyes were still flickered closed.

They could have at least