Chapter 234 Everyone Has Secrets

• Faye
• Queen Emory walks around the circular platform where I’m standing, trying not to move an inch. A seamstress and tailor shuffle around me on their knees, pinning the hem of what will eventually be a wedding dress meant to cause envy, I think.
• Emory watches their progress like a hawk as she comes to a rest a few feet away before turning to face the table where sketches of the dress and fabric samples are laid out in droves, covering the entire surface.