Chapter Fourteen
Meikah stopped with a forkful of food partway to her mouth. “I have nothing to wear to the theatre.”
“I arranged for several dresses to be made for you,” Kellan said. “Another arrived while you were downstairs training with Amiel. It’s on your bed.”
“You can’t… It’s not right… You didn’t…” Her voice trailed off.
“You’ll need them for some of the work we do,” Danton said.
“Oh.” Meikah had no idea what to say. She wanted to ask who had paid for them, but couldn’t bring herself to voice the question. Not when she wasn’t sure how she’d feel about the possible answers.
Kellan grinned. “The dress from me is still to come. The one you’ll wear on our evening out together.”
She started to protest.
Amiel entered the kitchen. “Someone is knocking on the shop door. Isn’t anyon
