Chapter 27

The whispers around me continued, venomous and sharp, but I blocked them out.

Rosalin, however, was entirely too relaxed. She hummed as she flipped through fabrics, occasionally holding up a gown against me before shaking her head and moving on.

Then—

“Oh, wonderful,” Rosalin muttered under her breath.

I frowned. “What?”

She leaned in slightly. “Lady Fiona.”

The name meant nothing to me.

Rosalin s