That same afternoon, May received a package from her grandfather. In the box, she found a new phone with her old number, a credit card, and a message written in the Prime Minister's elegant calligraphy. If he had written it by himself, it must have been an emergency.
"In three days you will attend the gala," she read. "Find yourself a suitable dress and be presentable."
She read a second time, just to be sure she had understood rightly. And she had.
Her grandfather wanted her to be by his side at the ball after the announcements of the election results. Her uncle would have a speech after his victory, and her grandfather wanted to show the support of the whole family, Mayrose included.
She had checked on the mirror that same morning, and nothing revealed the incident she had been into. She couldn't use her health as an excuse, and she was in the middle of a deal with her grandfather.
It was easier to go and blend in with the walls.
