Chapter 80: The Gorthmorde Estate Tea
The carriage arrived at The Silver Oak right on schedule, polished wood glinting softly in the morning sun, the driver seated straight and silent atop his bench.
Hannah stood at the door, smoothing the pale blue dress she'd bought only days before.
It was still simple—no frills, no excessive lace, just clean lines and soft fabric that fit her new shape far better than any tunic ever had.
Mimi bounced beside her, already dressed in a neat little lavender dress she'd kept packed away for special occasions.
"You look so nice!" she whispered, eyes sparkling. "Like a real noble lady already."
Hannah's cheeks warmed. "It's just a dress."
Behind them, Bart and Mike lingered, looking faintly out of place.
They'd dug out their cleanest trousers and most intact linen shirts, but there were no coats, no bows, no ties—nothing even close to what proper nobles wore.
Mike scratched the back of his neck, glancing at the carriage.
