When the next day came, it was time for my trial. Osha dressed me for court like I was attending some ceremonial event, but Osha explained how crucial it was for me to dress so. This was an official meeting, where I would stand not just before the Dowager but the houses.
I couldn't sleep last night. I stared at myself in the mirror, and I realized I should have. My lips were just as pale as my skin.
I told Osha to apply the reddest lipstick she could find to cover it up, as well as more makeup to cover the bags under my eyes.
I may be walking into my doom set by Sloane, but I'll make sure I handle it without giving away my weakness.
I'll stand strong. What else am I to do if I don't?
Osha attempted to wrap my curly hair in a bun.
"No," I stopped her. "Let it down."
She did as told. I took one look at the mirror before rising to my feet.
I walked to the door in silence, and it opened on my account.
I kept my gaze focused ahead until we got to our destination.
