Chapter 65:
Makenna’s POV:
Alice and I settled into our seats just as Hayley strode into the room.
As usual, she surveyed the room with a haughty air, silencing everyone with a sharp knock on her desk. “No lesson today,” she announced, commanding the room’s attention. “In preparation for the upcoming banquet, the king has decided to have dresses made for each of you. We will be taking your measurements today to ensure the dresses fit perfectly.”
The room erupted in excited chatter, the prospect of new, beautiful dresses sparking enthusiasm among the sex slaves.
Despite myself, I felt a flicker of joy at the thought. But that excitement was short-lived, replaced by a sinking feeling when I remembered the true purpose of the dresses for the banquet. If I had a choice, I would avoid attending altogether.
But I knew that decision wasn’t mine to make.
Hayley clapped her hands, signaling a line of servants to enter. “Come on and start measuring the girls,” she instructed, her tone stern.
“These dresses are incredibly luxurious and expensive. The measurements need to be precise. If the dress doesn’t fit, it won’t be altered later.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, and the servants began their work.
The servant assigned to measure me was a maid with striking scarlet hair. Unlike the other maids who were thorough and careful, she was careless, barely bothering to measure my waist before stopping altogether.
Though I wasn’t particularly eager for the banquet, the maid’s dismissive attitude irritated me.
As she moved to put away her measuring tape, I stopped her. “Wait a minute! Aren’t you going to measure the rest of my sizes?”
The maid shot me a look of annoyance. “Unnecessary,” she snapped, her tone dripping with disdain.
Her blatant hostility caught me off guard. I frowned, determined to stand my ground. “Mind your attitude!” I said firmly.
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She was neglecting her job and dared to vent her anger on me.
The tension between us quickly drew Hayley’s attention.
She marched over, clearly displeased. Without bothering to assess the situation, she snapped at me, “What trouble are you causing now, Makenna?”
I began to speak, but before I could explain, the maid interjected, painting me as the troublemaker. “Hayley, this woman is making a fuss over nothing.”
Her blatant lie infuriated me, but before I could defend myself, Hayley turned on me, her voice laced with contempt. “You again? Think you can do whatever you want just because the princes have an interest in you?”
It was clear Hayley had always harbored a dislike for me, so her attempt to blame me wasn’t surprising. But I wasn’t going to back down.
I met her gaze steadily, keeping my voice calm. “This servant is not doing her job properly. If my dress doesn’t fit and it offends the princes or King Leonardo, who will be held responsible?”
By mentioning the princes, I knew I had hit a nerve. Hayley hesitated, clearly at a loss for words.
After a pause, she snapped, “You’re quite sharp-tongued, aren’t you?”
I didn’t flinch under her glare. I knew I wasn’t in the wrong, and I had no intention of backing down. If she continued to unjustly blame me, I was ready to stand my ground.
Frustrated, Hayley finally relented, turning to the maid with a sharp wave of her hand. “Measure all sizes properly! What will you do if something goes wrong with her dress?”
The maid’s reluctance was evident, but with Hayley’s command, she couldn’t afford to be as careless as before. Begrudgingly, she picked up her measuring tape and began to take my measurements more seriously.
