It took some time almost getting lost and Miranda asking multiple guards and servants for her way around the big packhouse, before she finally found madame Jane in the seamstresses’ quarters, giving orders for new curtain drapes that had to be replaced.
“Madame Jane!”
Miranda’s eyes were reddened, and her make-up smudged as she’d tried cleaning it off with her hand several times, how awfully tired she looked. She hadn’t had a chance to take off her clothes, nor these shoes that were beginning to killing her feet, all because she couldn’t find her things anywhere in her room.
“Oh dear, what’s the matter? The party has ended since, why haven’t you gone to bed? And why are you still wearing that dress?” Madame Jane asked all at once.
“I couldn’t find any one of my clothes madame Jane.
