Chapter 108: _ Pretty But Empty
The maids followed me up the grand staircase gracefully, as if they weren’t the executioners escorting me to my dressing room.
I could hear them whispering behind me, low voices filled with malice and contempt.
"Imagine," one of them murmured, just loud enough for me to catch it. "All this fuss over a cursed girl."
A soft giggle followed and I clenched my fists. I had totally lost all respect among everyone... be it maids or ordinary workers.
"Dressing her up won’t change a thing," another said. "She’s still an Omega. Still..." her voice dropped into something pitifully dramatic, "...cursed."
I ignored them. I had learned to do that.
But this morning, the words chewed at me a little more than usual. Maybe it was because of Rosa. Or because of Father. Or because I knew I would have to stand beside my sisters—both of them gleaming and perfect while I... I would always be lesser.
We reached my room, and the moment the door shut behind us, the maids wasted no time. They got down to business, their hands quick as they pulled out the dress my father had chosen for me.
I barely had time to glance at it before one of them—Marisa, I think, let out a little hum. "How generous of Don Diego," she mused, running her fingers over the luxurious fabric. "This must have cost a fortune. A shame it’s wasted on an Omega."
I clenched my jaw but remained silent.
The other maid, Inés, let out a mock sigh. "No matter how expensive the dress is, it won’t change the fact that she’s nothing. Even as a maid, I outrank her."