Dressed for Defiance

Nadia

By the time the grandfather clock downstairs struck seven, I had changed outfits three times, redone my eyeliner twice and almost convinced myself to skip the dinner altogether.

Marta had insisted I leave the dinner hall preparations to her and the rest of the staff and take some time to dress up. She was offended on my behalf for being called a maid by Elder Hensley even if I had said nothi