Rosamund
I stifled another yawn as Dora worked a comb through my hair to begin the day as a Duchess.
There was a soft knock on the door before Clyde entered with a leather folder tucked under his arm. He looked a bit ragged, too, as though he didn't get enough sleep like me.
"Good morning, Your Grace," he greeted. "Your itinerary for the day."
He flipped the folder open and began reading while Dora continued to do my hair.
"The decorators from the palace arrived late last night and will begin their work this morning. They'll need a decision on the location for the ball. The options are the Great Room, the east courtyard, or the main hall. Each has its merits, but I'd recommend the main hall for the size, but the decision is yours."
I nodded, stifling another yawn behind my hand. I'd barely slept before Mrs Harlow had knocked on the door at dawn, informing me with her usual stony pleasantness that there was too much to do today for sleeping in.
