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The engagement dress's blue color radiates beautifully under the lights of the guest room Hazel had gotten herself acquainted with.

She ran her hands down the fabric just as she was done being helped into it by the servant, heart beating rapidly.

Never did she imagine she would let herself be clothed by another person, but here she was, allowing it.

She was a servant, it was her job to dress Alva Rogers in this way before every occasion, but never did she imagine that one day she would become a mistress herself, and someone else would clothe her, adorn her and comb her hair like she was born to rule some kingdom.

It felt new, strange, and she couldn't help but be forced to sit as the young lady continued to brush and arrange her hair. All she was allows to do was to stare into the mirror and let her do her job.

She would tilt her head to the side when it was required of her, pucker her lips when the artiste needed her to, and close her eyes while her make up was being religiously a