Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers.
She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy b...
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The lump in my throat develops as I watch Grayson walk straight out the door without looking back at me. He's left me alone with my parents as they make me try on a wedding dress that I don't want to wear. I can barely look at myself in the mirror because of how disgusting I feel.
Grayson shuts the door on the way out and the slam makes my heart shatter to pieces.
My cheeks are coated in tears. I've never felt so broken in my life. Why does this have to happen to me?
What the hell did I ever do to deserve this?
My mother steps back and hums, placing a finger to her lip. She's analysing the dress but I just want to get out of it, it's burning up my skin. I want to sob into my pillow until there are no tears left instead.
"She makes the dress look kind of frumpy, don't you think?"
"Yes," my father nods and steps closer to get a better look. "I was just thinking, the dress is perfect but Everly, darling. I think you're going to have to go on a bit of a diet, you've put on so much weight."
My lips begin to tremble, itchy skin because I feel vile.
Then I hear a tut from my mother. "Honestly, I have no idea how you've got this big when you barely eat. Have you been sneaking into the kitchen and eating fatty foods?"
