Adala stood in the center of a maelstrom of chaos, shivering slightly in the cool air of her room as she wrestled with indecision.
Four different dresses lay on the bed in front of her; two others were draped across the room's only chair while the rich burgundy dress she'd worn to breakfast and her audience with Lady Ashlynn lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. The small wooden box of jewelry she traveled with perched on the washstand nearby, looking like a treasure chest discarded by bandits in their haste to find a greater treasure.
None of it was right.
Adala's heart started racing when Lady Ashlynn revealed that Charlotte had feelings for her, and it felt like it had been galloping ever since.
