Chapter 60: Not His Daughter
The day of the ball arrived and Felixa was prepared for a couple of days. She was surrounded by fragrance and was pampered with beauty treatments and cosmetics.
Her hair became smooth and silky, and more lustrous. Her skin became smooth and softer, and the scars became very light and barely noticeable.
She loved getting pampered but she was kept from Maximus and that made her mood sour. And she didn’t know why she isn’t taught any of the basic skills like dancing, greeting, and other stuff noble ladies should be well-versed in. Flavia told her that there is no need for her to stress herself.
And on the day of the ball, she was not interested in even taking a bath. But she couldn’t refuse Flavia and ended up doing everything Flavia asked her to do.
She had lunch early and was prepared for the ball until the sun went down. She complained to Flavia that she is having abdominal pain. Flavia told her that it might be her menstruation pain and asked her to call for her if she needed her.
Although Felixa didn’t know what she should do in that dance ball that is arranged in honor of Maximus, she was happy that Flavia would be near her.
"You look very pretty with your smile," Flavia said holding her cheek. "Maximus won’t be able to take his eyes off you the whole night!" she kissed her forehead.
Felixa smiled. Joy filled her heart as she is called pretty by Flavia. She knew Flavia is saying this out of the love she has for her, but it made her happy nonetheless.
[Will Maximus say that I am pretty too?]
After looking at the child-like appearance that day, Felixa never bothered to look in the mirror. But she was curious to see her appearance. Although she felt like she is carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, she felt comfortable.
When she looked at her dress, all she sees is glitters and golden brocades and embroidery on beautiful white silk. She was wearing jewels with glittering gems which she didn’t care enough to learn the names of, and gold.
She remembered loving gold in her previous life. And looking at her dress, she remembered that the dress she chose for wearing to the victory ball with Luke was white too. She never got to wear that dress and she threw it out in a fit of rage.