Violet
So there had been a change again. Not that anybody thought it was important to let me know of it.
So much for me being a guest of honor and not being made aware of these frequent changes. But I kept that thought to myself.
Though, neither Cassie nor Elijah had mentioned anything requiring an attire that looked like it belonged in a royal portrait.
Two more maids moved behind me with the quiet precision of people who had rehearsed this a thousand times.
One gently gathered my hair, running a comb through it with such care that it almost made my chest ache; the other examined my nails, holding small shades of polish up to compare tones against my skin.
“Perhaps a soft rose,” she suggested kindly. “It complements the color Lady Aurelia envisioned.”
Lady Aurelia envisioned a loo
