"Oh, Gods..." Arta clasped her hands, almost as if she was in worship, and took a deep breath. "You look so beautiful!"
Uhh...thank you, but...
"Aah...it's a masterpiece!"
"I think I can die peacefully now, leaving such a legacy..."
"D-don't exaggerate!" I hissed in a fluster at Arta and her crew, feeling embarrassed at how they were gushing out after I put on the banquet outfit and the crown for the first time.
They raised their brows, looked at each other, and laughed. Arta grabbed my shoulder carefully--more so she wouldn't damage the outfit, I felt--and turned me around to face the full-length mirror on the side.
I looked at the reflection--not at how I looked, but at the crown. It was thin and delicate and so light I could barely feel the weight on my head. The crown circled the back of my head and the two edges of the branch ended in a leaf-shaped pointing up, resting on my forehead.
