Rosella
I could barely breathe in the tight pants and turtleneck that I was forced to wear. I was in the dressing room with the other concubines and their maidservants.
While they all showed their excitement about the noble consort event, I was irritated by the outfit choking the life out of me.
"Who the fuck picked this outfit?" I asked Miss Elias, not realizing I had said it out loud.
The room suddenly grew silent, and all eyes turned toward me. Among the slaves, it was Danielle who stepped forward with a smirk on her face.
"What the hell are you complaining about?" she said, folding her arms as she stood in front of me.
I looked at her from her legs up to her face. If my outfit was tight, then Danielle's was worse.
Her breasts were practically spilling out of the crop top she wore, and her thighs were so thick that the pants clung to every curve. For a moment, I was jealous of her, because I knew Damien probably liked her because of her body.
