ZINA
For someone who had just lost a child, her dignity, and perhaps her entire world in fact, Zina was feeling pretty pumped up and motivated when morning came.
Everyone that tended to her makeup, dressing her for her so called wedding all thought her happiness stemmed from the fact that she was marrying Rowan. And maybe that was the cause of her happiness—at the end of the day it all boiled down to perspective.
And her perspective sure as hell wasn't the same with the maidservants that chattered off their heads while they tended to her whereas Seraph stood like a motionless tress with a sore expression that made her easily stick out.
When the maidservants were finally done and took their leave, Zina had half the mind to destroy the makeup and her hair if not for the fact that she was in full support of the motion that any disgraced woman must look their best when serving revenge.
