Nadia
Anna was still fuming at Freda when we arrived back in our dorm juggling dozens of shopping bags an hour later.
“The nerve of that b***h! Right there in the store in front of everybody, as if she’s sooo special – what, for being born? Because from where I’m standing, that’s literally all she has going for her! And you know, all those dresses she picked out were terrible cuts for her figure. Like, you’re supposed to wear the dress, your Highness, it’s not supposed to wear you! And another thing–”
“Okay, Anna, breathe!” I couldn’t help but snicker as we dumped our bags on the floor of her dorm. Anna was flushed a deep pink in her breathless anger on my behalf, a colour made all the more stark by her newly-dark hair. “Let’s not let Freda ruin tonight for us, yeah? There’s only go
