Chapter 23
Prudence sat on the stool in front of the vanity that came with the room she was given. Lord Dumont had spared no expense in his comfort during his stay in Safronstad. In doing so Myam and herself got rooms side by side. Three women had just left her room after getting her ready for the Prince’s party. Her auburn ringlets were piled neatly on top of her head, with random curls hanging from the bunch to accent her face. Makeup brought out her natural beauty, though she hardly recognized the person staring back at her in the reflective service. A cerulean bodice with beaded accents hugged her curves, with matching grown and small puffed sleeves hanging off her shoulders. The color made her hair stand out. Prudence sighed and attempted to placate the nervousness that seemed to wash over her
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