Anne looked at the lass dressed in a blue dress and was smiling at her.
“Who are you?”
“Mister Montgomery invited me here to dress you up. There is an event that you need to attend.”
Anne blinked, her surprise evident. “Damien did?”
The woman nodded, stepping forward with a small smile. “Yes, ma’am. He said it was important, and that you needed to look your best.”
Anne glanced at the garments laid out on the bed—a stunning gown that seemed too extravagant for anything she had planned. She touched the fabric, still trying to process the situation. “Why would he...?”
The woman, unfazed by Anne’s confusion, began to help her into the gown. As Anne slipped into the dress, she realized how perfect it fit. It was as if it had been tailored just for her. She had to admit, Damiwn knew how to
