Chapter 7
Tia
“May I escort you to dinner?” Gulliver offered Tierney his arm.
“Almost ready.” Tierney smoothed a hand over the dark blue skirt of her dress. It reminded her of the elaborate gown she’d worn for her birthday ball. A much simpler version. Rather than the wide, cumbersome skirts Iskaltian and Gelsi nobles preferred, Tierney’s simple dress fell to the floor without the hassle of layers and layers of petticoats and dress forms that weighed more than she did.
“You look fine.” Gulliver held the door open for her so they could join the other nobles making their way to the great hall for the evening meal. “I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving, yet you never die.” She adjusted the silver belt at her hips, studying her appearance in the mirror. It was to be a formal affair toni
