The wedding dress was wrong.
Ro noticed it the moment she walked into the dressing room.
Another strange thing was that Tury sat at the far end of the room in her luxurious clothes, legs crossed, and inspecting her nails like she had nowhere to be.
The servants were also arranging pins and fabrics around a space clearly meant for someone taller than the late governor's petite daughter. Tury's brother, Fern leaned against the wall near the entrance, watching Ro enter with that slow, wet smile she'd spent two years learning to hate.
Something cold slithered down her spine.
"Undress," Asa, the older noblewoman spat seconds after Ro walked in.
The word landed, and the room held its breath.
Ro looked at the woman, at the servants, then at the wedding attire hanging beside the standing mirror.
Then she looked at Tury, who still hadn't looked up.
"I said undress." Asa's lip curled. "We do not have much time."
