~Grace~
"Too tight! Too tight! I can't breathe...ouch, Kate!"
To say Kate is angry would be an understatement. She yanks the corset ribbons with a strength I didn't know she possessed. Ever since she'd discovered I am actually now able to talk, she has been a storm cloud in human form. She'd ignored me entirely until this morning, when she marches into my room with a ballgown that looks more like a shimmering silk cage.
"If you keep pulling like that, you're going to crack my ribs," I grouse.
"Good! Maybe then I'll finally have some peace and quiet!" Kate snaps. "You need to look exceptional, Grace."
"Broken ribs won't make me look exceptional, Kate. And I'm a candidate for the trial; I don't have the luxury of sitting around and fainting." I mutter the last part sullenly, tugging at the stays. They are digging into my skin, pinching in places I didn't know could be pinched by clothes. It sucks.
