Lily sat at the dressing table, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Martha gently ran a comb through her long hair. The rhythmic motion was soothing, but Lily couldn’t shake the uneasiness that had settled in her chest.
She had been sitting on that uneasiness for a few days now, unable to shake it off.
“Lily, would you like me to braid your hair for you?”
Lily didn’t hear Martha; her eyes were unfocused. The maid paused, noticing the look on her face. Their eyes met in the mirror. She placed her hands on Lily’s shoulders.
“What’s troubling you?” Martha asked, her voice soft with concern. “You look like you’re a million miles away.”
Lily hesitated for a moment. She signed, ‘Something feels wrong. I can’t explain it.’
Martha set the comb down and pulled a chair to sit next to her. She placed her hands on Lily’s, “Is it about tomorrow’s journey? The ball?”
Lily nodded, her fingers moving again. ‘I feel like something bad will happen.’
