Chapter 98: Must Be Elegant

Chapter 98: Must Be Elegant           Grace's POV       I, Grace Blackwood, was many things. A fighter, a survivor, and an expert at making people wish they'd never crossed me.   But fuck me—I was not, in any universe, a woman who wore heels.   So, here I was, trapped in some kind of cruel joke while wearing a blue satin long dress that made me look like I belonged in a fucking princess movie or some shit. I had no idea how they managed to get the dress on me without me doing my usual "slap it off" routine, but now here I was, trapped in a fabric prison with these damn shoes that could only be described as torture devices.   I glared at my feet, knowing deep down I was going to regret it.   "Alright, let's see you walk, Miss Blackwood," one of the maids said, her voice almost a little too cheerful for my taste.   I could do this. I was graceful—at least that's what they always said about me when I was running from people and punching them in the face.   "Yeah, I know how to walk, you i