The morning light was much softer than at Wick. Even without the curtains, the rays of the sun didn’t sink into my eyes as they did in my room at the manor. We were just further west.
I woke up naturally and slowly stretched under the quilt, all the way to my toes.
I was in a good mood.
As I stood up, I examined my face in the wall mirror. I looked like a lion with a shaggy mane. Because of the sea air, very moist here, my hair frizzed even more on the sides and I hated it. I wasn’t tired—I had slept well—yet I was pale and my eyes had slightly dark shadows. I peeked into my toiletry bag, hoping to get my hands on the powder compact I had been given when I was fourteen—I had used it so little that it was almost untouched. I couldn't find it. As I searched, I came across the vial Gwen ha
