That had to mean something… right?
“Ahem.”
Maggie stared at me expectantly as I jolted back to reality. “Miss?” she pressed.
“Oh… my name is Maeve.”
“And your purpose?”
I hesitated. “I… I don’t know.”
She sighed with an impatient shake of her head. “That doesn’t give me anything to work with. I suppose I have no choice but to trust His Highness and make do.” Without wasting another moment, she shuffled me into a conservative, yet comfortable-looking bedroom, draped with neutral colors and muted blues. Everything was immaculate and organized to perfection, which led me to believe this was her private quarters.
After a quick inspection of the dresser, she pulled out a simple, deep blue dress. “Let’s have you try this on, yes?”
Shyly, I nodded. “I’ll wear anything you can give me.”
