I hated the bright dresses that had become my daily uniform, but didn’t have the heart to tell Tamlin—not when he’d bought so many, not when he looked so happy to see me wear them. Not when his words weren’t far from the truth.
he never told you what to wear before. you were comfortable in a tunic and pants all the time; that's what you wore and he never said a thing so why not just go back to that? Like you were never worried about it; you never cared about him caring about what you were wearing before so there's already a little bit of bitterness. you're resentful that he's telling you what to do and keeping you locked up in the house doing domestic things and you're mad. you won't tell him the truth about the dresses. Miss Maas didn't even give y'all a fighting chance
Also kinda the same thing with her dad and the wards he put on their house and she didn't have the heart to tell them they were fake like Feyre you gotta start telling the truth
