Haylie POV
I had accepted the consequences of my actions, knowing that what I had done was wrong. They led me to my new room, a shared space filled with rows of identical beds, each neatly made with white silk blankets and a single pillow. At the back of the room was a small closet, where our dresses and shoes were kept.
The women here, all around my age, were dressed identically. I was handed my new attire—a tunic that fell just below my knees, secured at the waist with a simple belt.
My hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, and I was given a veil to wear, which I fastened carefully with pins. The shoes provided were plain black, practical, and sturdy, unlike anything I was used to wearing.
This was my punishment, and I needed to accept it.
