The remaining hours flew by. Despite my protest, R'lissea refused to allow me to wear the plain white dress I'd chosen at the beginning of the day, taking nearly an hour ensuring I wore my white satin dress and my hair was in order. Rosarie knocked on the door, informing us the carriage was ready. When it opened, she scampered back, watching me warily. She didn't flinch when Fable walked out, just held her hands behind her back, pressing against the wall as I passed.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I said. "What happened before was…it was an accident."
"Y-yes, Oracle," she squeaked, curtsying low. She didn't relax in the slightest.
