EVELYN’S POV
I heaved, bile escaping from my throat into the sink. My haggard breath filled the bathroom. I spilled my guts before turning on the faucet to rinse.
I rinsed, watching my reflection as water trickled down my chin.
She looked tired. Pathetic. Caught in something she never wanted.
No turning back now.
I splashed cold water on my face and stepped out of the bathroom. My stomach still twisted in protest.
A maid ran toward me, her expression filled with urgency. “Oh miss, we’re behind schedule. Let’s get you dressed.”
I let her lead me. I sat in silence as they pulled and tugged, pinning my hair into something regal. Makeup layered over my exhaustion. Oils masked the stress sweat. They guided me to the dress, strapping on every layer felt like the weight of my freedom.
“Mi
