Elaris's POV
With the journey to the mines scheduled in two days, the next day surprisingly grew long as if to keep me back from the journey. But within that day, I had been able to achieve two things. I had made the list of maids I needed to be drafted for the clinic and included Mom's name. The bastard, Torren, after jumpstarting my nerves a few times for his own private and perverse pleasure, had eventually okayed it. I had also made mom part of my entourage for the mines.
Talk about perfect.
I glided across the floor in my room, sifting through clothes and clothes. I'd laid so many clothes on the bed now, some jeans and fitting tops, some right fitting suits, coats, a bodycon dress that clung to skin, and even ones that didn't.
Yet when I turned to the closet again for probably the hundredth time today, looking at the multitudes of clothes arranged in neat bundles in the shelves of the closet, I still didn't know what to wear.
