Chapter 38.

Faizah:

The stern woman turned and started straightening a few things around the room.

“For what it’s worth, you look lovely,” my maid said quietly.

I glared at her. Tears smarted behind my eyes, and I clenched my fists to control them. I would rather eat horse manure than let them see me cry. I turned back to the mirror and took in my reflection.

“What a lovely-looking slave,” Felicia laughed inside my head.

“I am no one’s slave!” I spat at her. I turned away from the mirror.

“It’s time to go, my dear,” the woman said.

I reached for my cloak where it lay, draped over the back of the chair.

“Oh no love, leave that here,” the stern woman said with disdain. “It will deflect from the lovely gown I made.”

“But...” I started to protest, not wanting to be parted from the last vestige of my life with Gregor. But the seamstress held up a firm hand.

“You’re going to be late for your wedding.” She urged me towards the door and into the dark and chilly hall.

I followed the seamstress