Meredith.
The soft fragrance of vanilla and coconut lingered in the air as I sat at the dresser, watching Azul through the mirror.
She dabbed the healing balm across the scar that stretched down the side of my cheek—one that had faded slightly but still caught the light like a thin thread of silver.
She had been so consistent with applying the balm morning and night that the scar was starting to close up again. But how could I allow that?
I'm going to break her heart tonight.
Azul's brows creased in concern.
"Would you like the hat veil today, my lady?" she asked softly.
I met her gaze in the mirror and gave a small nod. "Yes."
Today wasn't like strolling through the estate's gardens. This was Duskmoor. A city filled with humans and their judging eyes. I didn't know how they would react to my scar, but I didn't care to find out either.
I was only doing this for myself.
