I didn't get a wink of sleep until morning came and servants arrived. They treated me like an actual royalty.
Dresses were much fancier and flashy in colors. The servants even put light powder and colors on my eyes and lips.
I stared at myself in front of the mirror. My gaze stared at the pair of olive eyes staring back at me. Chestnut brown hairs rolled into huge curls, falling to my back; some hair accessories crested with real gems clipped on the side of my hair.
My lips painted in deep red, matching my black and red dress. The dress colors complimented my warm, undertone complexion to an unbelievable extent.
"I look pretty…" I whispered, but not in awe.
Although I looked different, dressed differently, making me looked refined and expensive. I could barely recognize myself. I felt like a doll, dressing up to the master's liking.