Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Must Be Elegant

Chapter 98: Must Be Elegant

Grace’s POV

I, Grace Blackwood, was many things. A fighter, a survivor, and an expert at making people wish they’d never crossed me.

But fuck me—I was not, in any universe, a woman who wore heels.

So, here I was, trapped in some kind of cruel joke while wearing a blue satin long dress that made me look like I belonged in a fucking princess movie or some shit. I had no idea how they managed to get the dress on me without me doing my usual “slap it off” routine, but now here I was trapped in a fabric prison with these damn shoes that could only be described as torture devices.

I glared at my feet, knowing deep down I was going to regret it.

“Alright, let’s see you walk, Miss Blackwood,” one of the maids said, her voice almost a little too cheerful for my

taste.

I could do this. I was graceful–at least that’s what they always said about me when I was running from people and punching them in the face.

“Yeah, I know how to walk, you idiots,” I muttered under my breath, stepping forward with as much confidence as I could muster.

And then–bam. My foot wobbled in these godforsaken heels, and before I could even blink, I felt my balance completely betray me.

I flailed like a damn fish out of water, trying to catch myself on the vanity. The goddamn thing creaked, and I was about half a second from face–planting right into the floor when the maids rushed in like a bunch of trained ninjas and saved me from complete embarrassment.

“Shit,” I grumbled, yanking myself upright with their help. “What the hell are you all looking at? I didn’t fall.”

One of them snorted, then tried to hide it behind a cough. “Maybe try walking a bit slower, Miss Blackwood?”

Try walking slower? I wasn’t some damn toddler learning to walk.

I took another step, determined to show them I wasn’t some helpless lady in distress.

And then I wobbled again.

“Oh, for the love of—”

My ankle almost betrayed me, and I grabbed onto the vanity again, but this time I wasn’t as lucky. I nearly crashed into the floor, but no, these maids caught me again, all trying not to laugh.

“Dammit!” I hissed, feeling the heat rise to my face. I was not having a good time.

The maid who had been most quiet earlier tried to stifle a giggle but failed miserably. “No, Miss Blackwood, we are just… trying to help you.

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I rolled my eyes so hard I might have seen my brain. “You better be.”

Another step. Wobble. Stumble. Almost died again.

This will be the last time I wear a dress. The last.

“Look, do you have lower heels?” I demanded as my voice started to climb with the first hints of rage.

That was it. The entire room snapped. They all looked at each other with eyes wide, then it was like the dam broke, and one of them burst into laughter.

“Oh, fuck you all,” I muttered, throwing my head back in despair. “Are you telling me you had shorter heels this whole damn time, and you just let me suffer in these things?!”

The maids just lost it at that point, barely able to hold themselves together. One even wiped a tear from her eye.

“You’re too much, Miss Blackwood!” one of them gasped between giggles.

“Yeah? Well, if you don’t get me out of these shoes soon, I’m going to start making you pay for my broken ankles.”

They were still laughing when I gave up entirely, sinking back into the chair they’d set me in. “I’m gonna make someone’s life hell for this. First person I see…I swear to God, they’re getting kicked with these heels.”

They could barely hold it together, and I couldn’t help but shake my head at how ridiculous the whole situation

was.

“Come on, hurry up,” I sighed. “I didn’t ask to be treated like a damn doll.”

One of them, still laughing, just nodded and whispered, “You are…a delight, Miss Blackwood.”

I groaned, feeling the wretched heels under me. “Delight this, bitch,” I muttered as I prepared for the next step.

But when I thought I managed to catch a little rest, they change my heels into a different one but only an inch shorter.

“Very well now, walk out of this room and down the grand staircase,” the head maid commanded like I was some kind of princess about to be presented to the royal court. Yeah, because that’s exactly what I’m going for right now, right? ‘Grace Blackwood, the clumsy, disgruntled princess. Ha.‘

I couldn’t even muster up a sarcastic comment because I knew she wouldn’t be the one laughing. But then, she decided to kick it up a notch.

“If you manage to arrive at the front door and walk past the garden to the front gates, we’ll let you rest,” she added, almost like it was some sort of challenge.

I blinked at her, raising an eyebrow. Rest? You want me to walk on these weapons of mass destruction all the way to the front gates before I can sit down? No thank you.

“Sure, no problem,” I ended up responding, but I could feel the dread building up already. I could already hear the maids‘ heels clicking behind me like they were expecting a show. And trust me, they were going to get one.

I stood up slowly, trying to brace myself for what was coming. My ankles wobbled as if they had their own personal vendetta against me, and I could hear the maids “encouraging” me with their helpful comments.

“Careful, miss,” one of them said, but it only made me more nervous.

I took my first step, and of course, I almost toppled over immediately. A small gasp escaped me, but I quickly caught myself by clutching onto the nearest piece of furniture, hoping no one saw my near disaster.

“Are you alright, miss?” another maid asked.

I glared at her. “No, I’m not alright. These are weapons, not shoes!” I groaned, taking another wobbly step forward.

“Please, miss. You must be elegant,” the head maid said with a smile, as if this was all some grand spectacle to

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I didn’t bother replying. At this point, all I could do was keep moving and try not to break my neck.

I finally made it to the grand staircase, only for one of my heels to catch on the edge of the step, and I had to quickly scramble to catch myself again. I could hear the maids behind me whispering, and I was sure they were fighting the urge to laugh.

I gritted my teeth.

But of course, the moment I finally made it halfway down, I had to stop and straighten myself out, holding onto the banister.

“Miss?” one of them called out.

I turned and gave them a death stare. “You want me to do what again? Walk past the garden?”

“Yes, miss. You’re almost there,” the head maid replied, giving me an encouraging nod, which felt more like an order.

“Alright, here I fucking go.” I mumbled.