Chapter 1067 My Title

• Fallon
• I look down at the simple, light blue cotton slip dress that brushes my ankles and the pale cream, incredible lightweight cloak covering my shoulders. The clothes were here when I arrived last night, as were hairbrushes and any toiletries I might have needed.
• The rather clunky leather sandals were the only disappointment. They’re absolutely heinous, but beggars can’t be choosers. A maid slipped in last night and took my wedding gown and slippers with her, likely throwing them into a fire to burn to ash on Zayn’s direct orders.