Chapter 47

Violet POV

So there had been a change again. Not that anybody thought it was important to let me know of it.

So much for me being a guest of honor and not being made aware of these frequent changes. But I kept that thought to myself.

Though, neither Cassie nor Elijah had mentioned anything requiring an attire that looked like it belonged in a royal portrait.

Two more maids moved behind me with the quiet precision of people who had rehearsed this a thousand times. 

One gently gathered my hair, running a comb through it with such care that it almost made my chest ache; the other examined my nails, holding small shades of polish up to compare tones against my skin.

“Perhaps a soft rose,” she suggested kindly. “It complements the color Lady Aurelia en