Thalia
Another knock pulled me out of the fog I was drifting into. Before I could answer, the door swung open.
"Are you okay?" Isolde asked as she stepped inside.
She took my hand and led me to the chair by the dresser, gently easing me into it.
For a moment, neither of us said anything. She just watched me.
"She was mean, wasn't she?" she asked quietly.
I nodded. "I wasn't expecting anything better."
She smiled sheepishly. "I still don't understand that lipstick she wears. It doesn't even match her makeup."
I couldn't help smiling a little. "I think that lipstick should come with a warning label."
She laughed softly. "Don't let her get under your skin."
"Definitely not," I said, trying to sound lighter than I felt.
Her smile softened. "That's good. But I know Lady Vivienne. She
