*Mirabelle*
I linger in the warm bath for an hour, drinking hot chocolate and finishing my book. But finally, there are no more cans of hot water, and I have finished the book, so I stand up.
“I wonder if this castle has a library,” I say to my maid, Eliza. “I only brought five novels, and I read them all in the carriage on the way here.”
“Couldn’t you just read them again?” Eliza suggests, handing me a towel. “It seems a waste to look at them just once. Better to buy a ribbon that you can use over and over.”
“I might reread that one,” I say, nodding toward the one I just finished. “It was quite good. I already read Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron twice. Actually, three times.” I sit down at my dressing table.
“It’s funny, miss, how you do all that reading,” Eliza says, starting to
