The next morning, Aria was already awake before Rymora even stepped into the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, her expression blank, numb even, as her eyes followed Rymora's silent figure walking across the room toward the wardrobe.
The maid didn't speak as she pulled the doors open, revealing the garments for the day.
"Scandalous" didn't even begin to describe what hung inside. The outfit resembled something that should be worn under clothing, not out in the open.
"That's not going to cover my breasts," Aria pointed out, her voice dry but firm.
In response, Rymora merely gestured toward the open wardrobe with a wave of her hand, inviting Aria to choose something herself.
Though her expression remained soft and respectful, Aria could read the quiet fury beneath it. Her maid was still pissed at what she did the day before.
