Meanwhile, Amelia, having finished her bath, had changed into one of the clothes from the wardrobe.
It was a red straight gown, not tight, but free-flowing enough to let her breathe. She ran her hands down the fabric, wondering what the real Cassia must have looked like. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
She had considered putting her hair up in a ponytail, but changed her mind last minute. Instead, she brushed her black hair and let it fall softly over her shoulders.
Her thoughts went back to what Seraphina had said, that she wanted her to meet someone.
Amelia wasn’t sure who it might be, but she took a deep breath, preparing herself to go downstairs for dinner.
She stepped out of the room and stared at the hallway in front of her. It was massive, so big and winding that one could easil
