Chapter 79: The Written Invitation
The next morning came soft and pale, sunlight seeping through the thin curtains of Hannah's inn room before she even opened her eyes.
Mimi was already up, perched on the edge of the bed, bouncing her heels like a child waiting for a festival.
"You think it'll come today?" she asked, eyes bright.
Hannah stretched, the faint stiffness of travel fading from her limbs. "Jonathan said it would. Either today or tomorrow morning."
She dressed in her usual worn tunic and skirt, then paused, glancing at the empty corner of the room where she'd mentally marked the spot for the pale blue dress. Ren stirred inside her, half-teasing, half-grumpy.
Still thinking about that frilly thing? You're gonna walk into a noble house looking like a proper little lady.
What if they ask you to curtsy? You'll trip over your own feet.
Hannah ignored him, but her lips twitched.
