Misa had no idea how long she’d been mulling in the water, but by the time she got the energy to leave, her fingers had turned into prunes. Steam was still trapped in the small bathing room, lingering with the scent of citrus from the soap. Even soap was pretentiously customized for the palace!
Misa hadn’t forgotten her nightclothes this time. She pulled up her drawers and loosely wrapped the linen she’d once used to disguise herself around her chest before fitting her nightgown over her. Her wet hair immediately left dripped onto the silky material.
It was the last night. Misa’s heart was heavy. She sighed and turned to mirror to practice her smiles. They were getting more and more convincing, at least. She had to be cheerful. She had to make sure Royle wasn’t worried about
