“I will be home by the moment you get back,” he swore, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I desire to view my child appearing as royalty in Eliana’s gown.” He was already aware of the exact outfit I intended to choose for the event; we had discussed the topic on numerous occasions.
“You will feel very pleased,” I replied, squeezing him warmly.
“I feel that way right now,” he muttered softly.
When the next day arrived, I got out of bed feeling incredibly nervous but excited. I applied my cosmetics exactly like Eliana always did — light pink cheeks and plain lips. I added waves to my hair and managed to locate the purple pin she formerly utilized to hold her own hair in place. Before the late hours hit, my preparation was complete.
I stepped up to the second floor to slip into the outfit, my chest pounding so heavily it seemed as though taking a breath was impossible.
However, the moment I opened the clothing cover, I stopped moving entirely.
The smooth material had been torn directly along the stitching. The chest area was covered in a deep, gooey liquid that looked exactly like dark espresso. Furthermore, the stitched floral patterns were ruined by a fluid that appeared similar to dark pen fluid. I fell straight down to the floor, holding tightly to the destroyed clothing.
“Please… no,” I muttered quietly, repeating the words constantly.
