"I'm almost done." Chlea assured her, catching her empty gaze reflected in the mirror.
Isadore roused herself from her thoughts to nod sadly but didn't bother to answer.
Because she didn't care at all.
She didn't want to get down.
But she had to.
In order to not displease Uncle Viktor, to please Georgianna, because it made no difference anyway.
Nothing would have changed even if she had remained in her room waiting to know what would come next.
Uncle Viktor hadn't come to see her.
She had expected it when Rhys had left, because once again she had disobeyed his wishes even though Uncle Viktor couldn't know it, but he hadn't come and sent her no message.
After her discussion with Rhys, Isadore had spent the rest of the afternoon wondering what her future would be like.
Wondering ho
