Chapter 80 Reversal Of Fortune

JASMINE
After what felt like a million-year-long journey, the coachman stopped the carriage outside of a small inn. Startled by the sudden halt, I jumped and then raised my eyes to look at Elsa.
My former maid seemed distant, like her mind was utterly occupied with something else, which was a welcome change. Throughout this ride, I’d wondered if Elsa ever slept, because every time I moved even a centimeter, she would shoot me a sharp glare. It sent a chill down my spine every single time and I began to watch myself to make sure I didn’t anger her further.