The carriage ride back was blissfully silent. Lary sat as far away from me as possible, clutching the bag of now-cold pastries like they were a shield.
Every time the carriage jolted, she flinched, casting nervous glances my way. I ignored her entirely, staring out the window and mentally cataloging the process Neisa would use to create the potion.
When we finally pulled up to the Solyne estate, the foyer was already a scene of luxury. Mary stood near the grand staircase, her arms draped with several flashy, jewel-toned gowns that undoubtedly belonged to Jenna.
Near her, Jenna sat comfortably, sipping on lemon tea and admiring the fresh haul of silks and laces she had just purchased for herself.
The moment our footsteps echoed on the marble, Jenna raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting from her tea to my empty hands.
"You are back early. Are the dresses coming later? Did you leave them for a fitting?" She stated as her eyes searched for the expected shopping bags in Lary's hands.
