"No, no, not that one. The deep burgundy would complement your complexion magnificently."
I stood in the middle of my new dressing room, surrounded by more gowns than I had ever owned in my entire life, feeling completely overwhelmed. Elara Ainsworth, the personal dresser Alaric had hired for me, had been fluttering around me like an enthusiastic butterfly for the past hour.
"Miss Ainsworth, I'm perfectly capable of selecting my own clothing," I said, trying to keep the exasperation from my voice.
"Of course, Your Grace, but it's my duty to advise you on the latest fashions and what would be most appropriate for each occasion," she replied, pulling out yet another gown—this one a midnight blue with silver trimmings.
After returning to Thorne Estate yesterday, I'd been introduced to more servants than I could remember, each with specific duties I never knew existed. It was a stark contrast to my previous life, where I had essentially cared for myself.