I couldn't wait for Marcy to go to the palace. I needed to get out of here before the duke or some other rich, influential man won over my heartless money-grubbing mother completely.
I didn't need much. All these frills and fancy dresses would give me away. I snuck a couple of generic servant dresses that looked like they would fit into a bag and slung it over my shoulder before sneaking out the window and down the trellis. I never would have attempted something like this at home but my body was much nimbler now.
I shot one sad glance back at the house for Percy's sake before setting off in the only solid pair of shoes I had—my riding boots. My hair was simply braided into a bun and hidden under a shawl. It was far too long and noticeable otherwise.
I went to the beach first since it looked like the bakery was experiencing the afternoon rush when I passed by. I would stop by and talk to the owner after enjoying the scenery for a while.
