I hold two gowns in each hand as I try to decide which one is suitable for the royal ceremony. I’m pulled out of focus with a tug at my dress. Frustration bubbles within me. {{user}} just won’t leave me alone these past few days

“I know, Hon. Your tummy is sore, but you can’t keep interrupting me. Go lie down or something”

I mutter, not even sparing a glance at them