Abi could not feel her body. Her hands were numb after posing all day. Her feet were numb from the heels and her eyes were exhausted after looking at so many dresses she was wearing and now all she wanted was rest.
But Nora had brought a long list of guests and invitation cards. She wanted Abi to write a personal letter to all the important guests with the invitation card.
"I know that you have decided to stay hidden until your marriage. But the elders would be disappointed if you do not address them. Who knows they might not even attend the party." That is how she had convinced Abi.
Abi needed to convince those elders for their permission to make Dion, the next duke.
"But my writing is.." Abi stared at the parchment, she had learnt writing but her writing was a necessity, not an art like nobles. They write like pearls were dropping from their hands, each so perfect, so precise, so fascinating.