The very next morning Isadora took her time to pick out the dress she would wear. Tying her short hair in a tight bun in a way to elevate the features of her face.
She was done dressing up but for a long time she continued to stare at her face in the mirror almost like she was trying to take in every detail of her body before she finally looked away and headed out.
No maid came to wake her—something she had told Guila to ensure—relieved to have a quiet morning considering the night she had.
Her heart trembled in her chest as she moved past the corridor and straight towards the dining room with a soft smile on her face that didn't reach her heart.
"You'll apologize and do better," she told herself over and over again even as she moved closer to the door and pushed it open to enter.
Dante was already seated, and one glance at him made it clear that he had arrived much earlier and was already eating, almost done.
