Meredith.
I sat quietly in front of my dresser, slipping into the matching black top and skirt I picked from the boutique three days ago.
The fabric still smelled new. It had a soft floral design that felt too bright for how I felt inside.
Deidra stood behind me, plugging in the hand dryer. The low hum filled the room as warm air blew through my damp hair.
"We need to be quick, my lady," she said softly. "The doctor is already here. We shouldn't keep him waiting."
I froze for a breath before nodding once.
She worked efficiently, brushing and drying, her fingers moving with the rhythm of someone who had done this a thousand times. Within minutes, she tied my silver strands into a high ponytail and began braiding it down.
Azul stood nearby with the balm jar in her hands but didn't open it. "My lady, we will skip today," she said, her voice too cheerful. "Since the doctor is here, it's better not to interfere with anything."
I tensed.
Why did she sound so... hopeful?
