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DAY 8
Fastening the last button on the back of her dress – it was a tricky one right between her shoulder-blades – Melissa grunted with frustration. This garment was not designed to be donned without assistance. She snorted when she realized that she had just thought the word “donned.” Salusian culture was rubbing off on her.
She turned to check her reflection in the full-length mirror.
A stately woman stared back at her: tall and prim in a blue dress with square shoulders and a collar that went all the way up to her chin. Her long, black hair was done up in a bun with two sticks crossing through it. The perfect image of a Salusian heiress.
Eliza Braynar had given her accommodations to fit the role. This bedroom was larger than the one she had back home, complete with paintings on t
