Delilah’s Pov

I woke up to the sound of shuffling feet. Not one, not two—several people moving around in my room. My eyes shot open, and for a second I thought I was dreaming. Four maids, carrying piles of dresses, shoes, ribbons, and jewelry, were bustling about like bees in a hive.

“What…” I nearly screamed, sitting up. “What is happening here?”

One of the maids, a tiny girl with big eyes, clutched a bundle of silks and said meekly, “Lord Malric ordered us to bring ...