ZARIA'S POV
I stared down at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand, my heart hammering against my ribs. The elegant, looping cursive felt like a physical slap in the face.
*Enjoy the dress, sister. It will make a beautiful shroud.*
"Zaria?" Camilla’s voice snapped me out of it. She frowned, leaning down to look at my hands. "What’s that? Did the tailors leave a note or something?"
"Nothing," I said quickly, shoving the paper into my pocket before she could get a look at it. I forced a small smile, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just a note about the measurements. A mistake."
Camilla looked at me for a second, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she let it go. "Alright. Well, I’m going to take the garment bag back down to the maids. Don't go wrinkling that silk before the banquet."
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