She was going to look like a monster on her own wedding day. Sighing, she pulled the balm out of her traveling bag and applied it liberally to her bruises, wishing it would camouflage as well as heal.
Eliza crawled into bed alone, relieved it was the final night she’d spend by herself.
* * * *
Eliza felt like everybody in the dining hall and lobby was looking at her as she descended the stairs, but she knew they probably didn’t even notice her. She thought they should not only notice her, but bow before her as well. She felt like a queen, gliding down the stairs in soft slippers and rich silk.