117 Chapter 117

Sinking against the door to her room, Splendor closed her eyes and willed her head to stop spinning as it had done all the way back from the park. To say she wanted to die to end this misery was an understatement. Had her grave yawned before her she'd have jumped into it. Headfirst.

"There you are, milady, I've laid the cream dress out for you, although I must say I think the silver is better. Shows off your color."

She pinged her eyes open. "My color?"

She glanced in the wall mirror opposite. Did silver go with puce? It hardly seemed wise to contradict Mrs. Ferret. The woman didn't quail at Stillmore.

"Yes, milady. It quite highlights your hair. Brings out the copper threads."

"Do you think so?"

Splendor shot another glance at the cheval mirror. She seldom got compliments and today she didn't just look wan and wasted, her whole body was laced with weakness. Even her head felt like someone had stuck a boulder on her neck. But perhaps this was Mrs. Ferret's idea of nice?