Betty’s POV

I didn’t waste time after leaving the bathroom. The hot water helped clear my head a little, though my eyes were a bit sleepy. I picked out a simple blue dress, something neat enough for a formal breakfast. Karis insisted I do a light touch-up on my face and style properly. She dragged me to the dressing mirror as soon as I was dressed.

“Sit still,” she muttered, brushing through my hair. “If you keep moving like this, I’ll mess it up.”

“I’m not moving,” I ...