#Chapter 65: Late Night Visit

I try to put Caleb’s cold shoulder to the back of my mind so I can focus on the matter at hand. Still wearing this giant tarp of a dress, I turn to Bethany. “I can’t possibly wear this to the gala,” I say. Bethany gives me a once over. “We can fix it, I’m sure. Somehow.” She touches the side of it, grabbing it in handfuls to try to cinch the waist. “This is the worst dress he could have picked for you. It’s so bad, it’s as if he did it on purpose just to spite you.” “You heard what he said,” I tell her. “He didn’t seem to think much of me at all.” “Even that seemed put on to me,” Bethany says. “It did?” He’d seemed genuine to me, but I’d been so annoyed by what he was saying, maybe I didn’t see clearly. “He was lying about you being average,” Bethany says. “The King doesn’t bring average women into the harem, and frankly, many women would kill to have your measurements, myself included.” “Thank you.” I can’t tell if she’s just saying that to make me feel better, but it’s