Beatrice POV
I changed clothes three times before dinner. The first dress seemed too formal. The second is too casual. The third made me look like I was trying too hard.
"You're overthinking this," Luna said. "He's already seen us covered in dirt and blood, a dress won't matter."
"It matters to me," I muttered. I settled on a simple blue dress that Akita had left in my room. It was soft and comfortable but still pretty.
Mira had packed oils and perfumes. I used a little of the rose-scented one. Then I worried it was too much. Then added more anyway.
My hands were shaking.
A knock came at my door. "Beatrice? It's Akita. May I come in?"
"Please," I called.
She entered and took one look at me. "Nervous?"
"Terrified," I admitted. "Is that normal?"
"Completely normal." She sat on the
