Chapter 100 - Pink And Purple

Vivienne stood at the center of one of the château's fitting rooms, stiff as a cursed statue. The entire room glowed like a giant sugar cake — pale pink walls, golden mirrors, and a chandelier that sparkled too much for her liking. This had to be one of the most humiliating moments of her entire twenty-eight years of living. She wanted to vanish into the floor. No, she wanted the chandelier to fall and crush her right there so she could die quickly and escape this hellish display of lace and bows.