Evie’s POV
It’s technically only been a few weeks since Ty and I escaped from the Crescent Castle, but as I sit in my boudoir, attempting to put makeup onto a face that isn’t even my own, I’m struck with the feeling that it’s been a whole lot longer.
I shouldn’t even have access to makeup—nor to the gorgeous emerald green gown hanging in my wardrobe. I have very little money—just a small advance I was given when I started work in the kitchens—and none of the merchants in town should have any reason to loan me anything. But word must spread quickly, because the moment I stepped into the first shop, the shopkeeper declared that any date of Beta Ian’s was to be dressed only in her finest silks, free of charge.
I feel severely guilty that I’m still going with Ian after what happen
