A Rebellious Dinner

POV: Chiara

The antique clock on my wall ticks loudly, mocking the quiet solitude of my bedroom. Oksana collected my lunch tray hours ago, but the arrogant royal decree she delivered still rings in my ears. Dima requested my presence for dinner. Specifically, he demanded a dress.

I scoff at the audacity. Part of me wants to rebel and barricade the door, yet a frustrating spark of anticipation re