A knock sounded on Lucia's door. This time, she was dressed and had finished her breakfast. In an hour, she was meant to meet Adela with Caroline for the fitting. December was a busy month, filled with events. It was getting colder, and they needed new outfits for all the parties they would attend. Given their recent rise in status, the sisters anticipated many more events than usual. They would also be under the public's watchful gaze, so everything had to be perfect.
Lucia opened the door, expecting her sister, but her smile turned to confusion when she saw who was on the other side. What was the queen doing here? She instinctively straightened her back, and her smile became a bit forced. After Michael's visit just minutes earlier, Lucia suspected this was not a social call.
She debated whether to curtsey, deciding it was better to be safe than sorry. She dipped into a small curtsey.
"Good morning, Aunt Mirie."
