CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

ELARA’S POV

I pushed the door open without knocking. It slammed against the wall so loud that the maids doing Anna’s makeup froze midair. Powder puff in one hand. Lip tint in the other. Needles for her fitting dangling uselessly beside her gown.

Anna turned toward me with a startled look that quickly twisted into anger.

“Elara what do you think you are doing?”

“All of you. Out.”

My voice cut through the room like a blade.

The maids did not wait. They ...