The next morning, I was woken hurriedly by Lily and Hannah, with Giselle already drawing a bath for me.

“Come!” one of them called in my ear. “We have much to do, and we don’t have much time. The feast will be soon.”

I frowned, pushing myself out of bed. I had no idea why they were so rushed. It was still morning.

“The feast is hours away,” I told them, pushing their prying hands away from me. “It's still ...