Chapter 25 Maid Selection
- EVELYN
- “Come on. Your braid is perfect enough,” I turned back to prompt Elsa. We were hurrying toward one of the larger halls where Mrs. Porter had ordered us to go, and Elsa was lagging behind, nervously fidgeting with her hair for the third times since we departed.
- “Are you nervous, Evie?” She asked, catching up hastily. “I mean. It’s the day.”