Mirellie
The rest of the day somehow became even more exhausting. I hadn't thought that was possible.
By the time Hannah finally rescued me from the seamstresses two hours after Hannah dropped the bomb that I’ll be attending the founding banquet, I felt as though I had survived some elaborate form of torture disguised as fashion.
Unfortunately, my suffering was far from over because the moment we stepped into one of the estate's sitting rooms, I immediately recognized Lady Celestine.
The older woman was seated perfectly upright with several books spread across the table before her. Sheets of paper had been arranged into neat piles and a notebook rested beside her teacup.
The sight alone made me nervous. Lady Celestine looked up the moment we entered.
"Excellent. You're here."
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