Violet was getting ready to head out. The only thing she’d brought with her was a framed photo of her parents—not even a change of clothes.
But when she woke up that morning, there was a whole box of women’s clothes by the door. Still in her robe, she bent down to peek inside, but before she could even look, a maid appeared.
“Ma’am, these are all new outfits for you.”
She pointed downstairs. “And sir had some coats delivered too. We’ll move everything into the walk-in closet, if that’s alright?”
Violet nodded. The maid immediately waved for a few others, and together they carried the clothes into the dressing room—taking most of Julian’s things out to make space.
Inside, clothes were neatly arranged by color. Violet picked what looked the most plain and low-key, put it on, and headed
