#Chapter 11 the pain

Violet I fell silent, staring at Theodore. It was... romantic in a way, but also spoke to exactly how spoiled he'd grown up. He sounded younger than I'd ever thought the infamous Theodore Nightshade of being. He was only two years younger than me, but right now, he seemed more like a teenager and a brat. I shook my head. "For future reference, I appreciate someone who values other people's time more than grand gestures." He blinked at me, and I had a feeling he didn't even understand what I was talking about. "Still... I appreciate your effort." I nodded toward the seats. "Shall we?" He hesitated a moment before nodding, but there was a thoughtful look on his face. We took seats as the staff hurried around pulling every dress they had. I felt bad and exhausted already. Telling them I hated most of them would make me look terrible, even if it was true. I'd have to try on at least twice as many as I would have usually. There was also the fact that this was more about The