#Chapter 19: Fit for a Princess

Celeste The rain had started as a gentle drizzle but now beat steadily against the window panes. The world outside was blurred, creating a scene of shimmering lights and hazy figures. The atmosphere felt thick with anticipation. The dress store loomed ahead, its bright sign a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness. It stood there like an old friend, though the circumstances under which I was returning were anything but friendly. “Celeste, are you sure you want to wait outside?” Fiona asked, concern evident in her voice. “Yes. I just... I don’t want to go in there. Not after the last time. What if someone recognizes me?” Fiona sighed. “Alright, but stay close to the entrance. I’ll be in and out in a jiffy.” I nodded, pulling my hood further over my face, taking solace in the comforting darkness it provided. Fiona gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before stepping into the store. With a deep breath, I leaned against the cold brick wall beside