"Is it too late to back out now?" Natalie asks as her eyes stay fixed on a girl she can barely recognise.
The troupe of royal stylists, dressers, makeup artists have just finished trickling out of her room. She had felt like she had a thousands fairy god mothers there to make sure she had the perfect date with her prince charming.
But this is no date, far from it. And if she had known, she would have probably waited to say yes.
"Or maybe I should never have said yes at all." She blinks, her eyes glued to the huge mirror that's taken up almost the entire space of the wall she is facing.
Her figure is standing up tall like one of those noble ladies in the century old films. Hair pinned up in some ancient but fancy hairstyle, revealing her cheek bones that she never thought looked this
