Bianca
Zelda beamed and grabbed my shoulders, wheeling me toward my en suite bathroom. “Excellent. Now go on and get yourself cleaned up. You’re going to need more than a prayer to fix…” she gestured vaguely at my face, “…all that.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t argue. I’d been running around all day and hadn’t had time for a shower—and obviously, Isaac wasn’t around to give me a bath.
“Give me an hour,” I told her.
“Take two,” she replied cheerfully. “I’ll meet you in the main foyer at eight.”
Once she left, I dragged myself to the bathroom and started the arduous process of making myself presentable. The hot water of the bath helped, at least, soothing my tense muscles and washing away the day’s stress. I even added some of the fancy bath oils that had been sitting on
