The corridor smelled faintly of lilies and morning bread when Jenna stepped out, still adjusting the folds of her gown that had rumpled earlier.
She had excused herself from Rhane's hold after Rachel and Olivia ran out of the room, embarrassed. The air was cooler here, away from Rhane's touch, with the sound of servants whispering mostly gossip they shouldn't be saying.
Just outside, Jenna found them waiting- Lady Rachel, graceful as ever, though the silver in her hair caught the light differently now, and Olivia, bright-eyed and excited beside her.
Jenna's first instinct was habit. She bent into a bow. "Lady Rachel—"
"Don't." The woman's tone was calm. "I'm no longer a lady," she spoke with a relaxed tone and tired gaze.
Jenna straightened slowly with a confused blink. "What… do you mean?"
