Chapter 143 Losing Hope

• BRIANNA’S POV
• “I can’t wear that,” downcast, I mumbled to one of the maids who was getting me ready for the welcome party.
• They’d come after Hermes left to get me ready as he had instructed. They bathed me, styled my hair, and painted my face with heavy makeup. However, the clothing they were about to dress me in made me cringe. It was a short, skimpy red dress, made of elastic material that could barely contain my figure even if I were a teenager.