Page 127 of Enchanted Kingdom
I stood and walked over to the box, which she had laid next to my silver dress for that night. I slid open the lid to find a note.
From Prince Keiran
That was all the note said. Under the note was clearly a dress. A silver one.
Silvia gasped as I pulled it out and laid it next to the other silver dress, the one Silvia had already laid out.
While both gowns were gorgeous, the one Keir had sent to me was cut far lower. And also had a high slit. It was just ...extra.
“Is everything going to be covered?” I asked Silvia.
She gave me a little shrug, running her hand along the sparkling material. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Minutes later, I stood before the mirror uncomfortably. The dress just swooped farther down than I was used to. Yes, other women had worn lower dresses, as I had seen a few dresses where the skin between the breasts was exposed to the navel. But I personally hadn’t worn anything this... exposing. The cleavage was one thing, the slit another. The fact that the entire dress had very little covering the back until halfway down was again another.
“I can’t wear this.” My desperation was palpable.
Silvia sucked in a breath. “You do look lovely, but I can also understand why you are uncomfortable, dear.”
I looked up at the ceiling. “Why would he do this to me?”
Was this Keir’s way of flirting? Having me showing this much skin while he flirted and danced with the other women? What was he thinking?
Maybe he was just oblivious and didn’t understand how breasts worked. That this dress on some women’s bodies would have been fine. But for what I lacked in height, I made up for in bust. I had done a good job of not drawing unnecessary attention to it until now.
Silvia shook her head. “It’s truly not that bad.”
I looked at the slit that ran up to mid-thigh and turned to see the back in the full-length mirror again. “I’m going to be a mess all night if I have to wear this.”
Silvia was still shaking her head. “I don’t think you understand, dear.”
“What?”
She placed a hand gently on my shoulder. “You cannotnotwear this dress. It was a gift from the prince.”
“Oh.” Now I did understand what she meant. “Well, I’ll just ask him. Reason with him. He’ll understand.” But then I thought back to that note. “Hasn’t he signed all of his notes as ‘Keir’ anyway?”
She thought about it a moment.
If this dress wasn’t from Prince Keiran, but signed that it was, who was this dress really from? I had a bad feeling about this. “I need to find Prince Keiran and just talk to him.”
She nodded and quickly finished my hair, before helping me up.
I opened up the door to my room and barged out into the sitting area to find Owen at a table playing cards with himself. Keir was nowhere to be found.
“Where’s Keir?” I asked.
“He’s—” His sentence died on his lips as he looked up. “Wow.”
“Where’s Keir?” I repeated.
Owen glanced out the window. “He’s with Krew.”
I was not to be deterred. “Well, where are they?”
Owen now looked toward the bookshelf. “In Krew’s wing.”
“Owen,” I snapped.
