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My character has been raring to go for this XD

Mara

Where are all these new people coming from? This place is so confusing. I’m honestly glad Frey got pulled away because he made that even worse.

Then one of the new ones starts shouting about revolution, and I can’t help but giggle at her. Apparently the Nightingales aren’t the only crazies in the universe.

”This ruler is forcing innocent people to participate in a fashion show!” she shouts.

I laugh. “What if we want to? I sure do!” Maybe a little to aggravate her, I flip the pink ends of my braids over my shoulder. I’m tired of plain black clothes.

Out of nowhere, the boy I’d been concerned about earlier is draped in outrageously flowery silks and dances down the catwalk.

Me next? Please…And can I choose? Or help others? That would be so fun! But the boring, rough black cloth begins to flow smoothly under my fingers, and I look down to find myself in an ombré dress: white at the top and turning into raspberry on its way to the hem. Because it matches my hair, I smile. This is like a fairytale.

”Next we have Mara Gobey-Hanad modeling Summer Cream,” booms whoever is talking over the loudspeakers.

I don’t wait for whatever force seemed to move the boy, hurrying over to the catwalk instead, which is harder than I expected because my boots have turned into high heels, and I haven’t worn those in years. With a smile on my face, I stride down the catwalk in the way I’d seen people do on TV years ago, and at the end of the platform I twirl, appreciating how the rich pink fabric flows around me. As I turn and walk the other way, I wish Victor could be here with me. He, at least, appreciates a little fashion.

I make way for the next person, hoping I can keep this dress on. On an impulse I march over to the rebellious woman and say, “See? That was fun! Why don’t you give it a try? You’re pretty.”