“To my own wedding, I suppose,” Elara smiled, a genuine, dazzling thing that made her look less like a maid and more like a queen. “I’m marrying my future.”
“He’s going to be waiting,” Caroline whispered, a smile playing on her lips. “Can you believe it? After all the rumors, after everything… he’s actually going to marry me.” the housemaids wedding pdf
The iron hissed as Elara pressed it into the pristine white satin. Steam rose in a ghostly curl, smelling of lavender and expensive starch. This was not her dress. It belonged to Caroline Vanes, the woman who lived in the penthouse, the woman who was marrying the man Elara had loved in secret for three years. “To my own wedding, I suppose,” Elara smiled,