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The room was filled with the flurry of dresses being chosen and the chatter of excited serving girls. What I couldn't work out was why. I longed to be in the kitchens or the stables with Dart, rather than here with the other girls.
"Aren't you going to pick one?" Julia asked me, twirling around with a horrendous pink gown pressed against her. Did she think it would look good on her? I wasn't sure, and I felt it was better not to ask at this point.
"I will." But only because I had to. The Matron had barged into our room today and announced that we were to get ready for the Prince's visit. I thought that would mean double the amount of chores and cleaning, but apparently, that wasn't the case. She'd left us here with the vague instructions of getting ready.
Julia danced away to talk to
