Chapter 47: Not as vicious as they say
The maid suddenly pulled the strings of the corset and it felt like all the air in her lungs was forced out of her. It was official, corsets were her new number two least-like thing in this world next to Cedric, her sworn nemesis who was number one.
The gingerbread princess, feeling suffocated by the dress, felt grateful that her wedding dress wasn’t a corset gown as it was traditionally designed for the occasion.
The information of Cedric waiting by her side and the corset that was suddenly tightened took her a while to process things. "Why would he do that?" She mumbled saying her thoughts out loud while the maids heard.
"He must cherish her highness dearly. It’s the first time he ever showed deep concern for anyone." The maid excitedly said, Abrielle felt like coughing out blood. Saying Cedric cherishes her was like saying the sun rises in the west.
She swallowed nervously, was it because he was suspicious of her? That could not be possible, if Cedric had any idea of her intentions the first thing he would do is probably blackmail her or report her for treason.
Either way an important point was that she had to escape this marriage one way or the other before the female lead of the book appeared.
"I find that hard to believe." Abrielle honestly replied which made the maid curious. After the corset’s strings were secured along with all the undergarments the main dress was brought over.
"It’s what happened. Although the prince might seem rough on the edges he is still a good person at least that’s what most of the servants served him before he was sent to war thinks. He is popular in the palace but he is like a forbidden fruit you can only admire afar." The maid explained and for a weird reason, her eyes sparkled as she spoke.
Abrielle found it hard that someone had a good opinion of Cedric and wondered if she was saying this just to get on her good book.