Anastasia
I sat still while make-up brushed more powder on my face and fiddled with the tresses of my hair. At least I would look beautiful while I was sad.
Aunt Del appeared in the reflection of the mirror, looking impeccable as always. She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Ready for another round?”
“Not really. Do I have to do this?” I asked, searching her face. “It didn’t work the first time, it’s not going to work this time.”
“You don’t know that. You have a new matchmaker, new matches. Cassandra is really good at what she does, I selected her myself. Maybe she can accomplish what Helena couldn’t.”
“What happened wasn’t Helena’s fault,” I snapped, feeling instantly defensive. The last thing I wanted was for people to think she was bad at her job.
I could see Aunt Del study me carefu
