Heather's POV

I stood up slowly, the heaviness in my chest anchoring each movement, and made my way to the door. My face was damp, and my throat tight, but I still tried to wipe away the tears before I opened it. My fingers trembled as they touched my cheek. I knew I didn't look composed but I didn't want anyone to see me like this.

When I opened the door, it was Lucinda standing there. She looked at me for barely a second before her brows knit together in worry. "Princess Heather," she said ...