Chapter 93 - Evelyn POV
The castle is in full swing, a flurry of servants brushing down tapestries, polishing silver, and airing out rooms usually reserved for esteemed guests. For once, I don't have to give a single command. They all know why.
My sister is coming.
The Crown Princess.
She'll be staying for two nights at the Callum estate. I should be anxious. Most duchesses would be, preparing for a royal visit. But I'm not most duchesses, and she's not most royalty.
She is my sister. And it has been far too long since I last saw her.
Frida laces the back of my gown, tugging with quick, practiced hands.
"You seem... happy, Your Grace."
"Do I?" I murmur.
"Radiant," she says, and I roll my eyes but say nothing. Maybe I am.
I haven't felt this kind of anticipation in a long time. I missed my sister.
