C11 Chapter 11
ELEANOR
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The maid’s dress fit awkwardly on my frame, the stiff fabric clinging to me like an unwanted second skin. I sighed, adjusting the apron that felt too tight around my waist. It had been a few days since Isabella brought it to me, and now I was officially one of Armando’s housemaids
