Another night meant another evening with Ethan in his study. Millie was always a bit apprehensive about these evenings, though the prospect of Cherri’s presence offered a slice of comfort.
“Let me just get this straight again,” Clara said, her brow furrowed in confusion as Millie slipped into a purple dress in the bathroom. Millie had left the door open so she could continue their conversation. “Cherri came all this way just to teach you lessons on walking, etiquette, dining, and who knows what else. And not only that, but Ethan also bought you clothes, and Cherri asked you to pick one out to wear to his study tonight for another lesson?”
Millie’s head peeked out from the side of the open doorway. “Yes.”
Clara’s confusion deepened. “Why? I mean, when you told me that you couldn’t sleep
