Everetta refused to allow herself to think.
Thinking was all she had been doing for the past days and it had led her nowhere.
Rubbing her heavy eyes, she began untieing the laces of her dress in preparation to sleep.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Agnes.
"Yes?"
The door opened and closed, then Agnes's faniliar footsteps could be heard as she walked towards her.
"The dress you asked to be pressed, my lady." Agnes said, setting the dress atop her dressing table.
"Thank you, Agnes. That will be all."
Agnes nodded and stepped backward.
"Shall I help you with your gown."
"No, thank you. I will do it myself."
Although she raised a brow slightly, Agnes retreated and left the room.
When she was done with the laces, she let the dress slide to the floor and stepped out of it.
Then she walked towards the mirror to look at herself.
He didn't want her…
Did that mean that he didn't find her attractive?
