Chapter • 106

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱

I took a deep breath.

Calisto was back. He was back and the dance would start in a few hours.

"Don’t move," the seamstress who made the last adjustments to my outfit muttered "it’s perfect..."

Yeah. I knew, but I didn’t care.

I was too anxious to think about that stupid dress, or even the color I would wear in a few hours, the trim or blah blah blah blah.

I was about to go to the dance, see Callisto and... I’d see him with Asra.

Just the idea of that image of the past that I relived so many times - made my heart freeze.

Asra clinging to Calisto’s arm, smiling at him... dancing with him.

My chest was sore.

Maybe... I shouldn’t go.

"Duchess!" one of the maids called her and when I turned, she was there. The only problem was the way I moved abruptly, which made the poor seamstress stick me with one of her pins.

"Alas!" I cried and Asra’s eyes fixed on me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me approaching.

Smile.

Was she worried about me? Why did something like th