“Lady Jenna!”
Maren practically burst through the door, her brown curls bouncing, cheeks pink with excitement. Her arms were full of glossy magazines and ribbons she had clearly stolen from the decorators downstairs.
Jenna glanced up from the book she had been staring at without reading. “What is it now?” she asked warily, though her lips curved at Maren’s obvious excitement.
Maren set everything down on the bed dramatically, clapping her hands together. “Today is the day. We’re testing wedding dresses.”
Jenna’s stomach sank. “Wedding dresses,” she repeated, as if the words were heavy.
“Yes!” Maren clasped her hands, rocking on her heels. “Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for this moment? You’ll look more radiant than the moon, Lady Jenna. He’ll be speechless.”
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