#Chapter 42 - Presenting Lady Viora

[Violet’s POV] “Is the corset really necessary?” I asked Cathy, begrudgingly. I took in a sharp breath as I felt Cathy’s hands pulling tighter on the lace binds behind me. She had somehow convinced me to wear a fitted corset dress that flared out toward the floor. It was a midnight blue, velvet material that reminded me of all the secret nights Lucian and I had spent together. Comfort. Security. Happier times that had been far too fleeting. However, I had to keep reminding myself that this night wasn’t about us. Even though, there was a likely chance that I would be remaining close to his side for a majority of the evening. “Yes,” Cathy answered without a moment’s hesitation. “This gala is basically being thrown in your honor.” I forced back a scoff. “Honor?” I rolled my eyes and gently shook my head. “I feel more like a gilded horse that’s going to be paraded around for everyone’s entertainment.” According to the way the news articles made me out to be, I was nothing