After a quick bath, Fara reluctantly put on the dress she didn't want to wear.
The fabric was as soft as it looked, contrasting with her pale skin, as if spring had come to her.
After brushing her hair, she tried to get up from the vanity, but two hands held her firmly in place.
“We’re not finished yet, miss.”
“I’m already dressed, and you’ve done my hair. What else is there?”
“Your makeup.”
“I don’t wear makeup.”
“Even so, you need to wear it.”
Fara reluctantly let Nira do her makeup, then she accompanied her to the garden, where Uzziel was waiting for her in a small gazebo with delicious food on the table.
“You took your time,” he said with a half-smile.
Fara took her seat, somewhat annoyed.
“You’d have taken just as long if you were treated like a doll.”
“Was she being rude
