I won't lie, I was still anxious, and borderline terrified, when I made it back to my room to get ready for the feast. While I still slept primarily over at my mother's, I did have a nicer room in the Pack House that I used basically as a closet and place to get ready. The idea of bringing over a lady's maid to my mother's home to help me get ready just felt... uncomfortable. I didn't like the idea of it. It felt almost like I was soiling a safe space with this new life I had. So, the new room in the Pack House was where I got ready, soon joined by my new lady's maid, Irene. She was beautiful, with long, auburn hair and eyes like coffee. She had freckles that dotted her face in a way that finally made me realize why they were sometimes called "angel kisses". She seemed to sense my unease,
