CHAPTER 18: YOU'RE NOT MY MISTRESS

The morning light filtered into Summer's room, casting a faint warmth across her bed. She took a deep breath, collecting herself before heading to Elara's chamber. There was a slight tension in her shoulders, knowing this day would be anything but ordinary.

Arriving at Elara's door, Summer knocked softly.

"Come in," came Elara's calm voice from within.

Pushing open the door, Summer stepped inside, offering Elara a polite nod. Elara looked up, a reserved smile touching her lips.

"I trust you slept well," Elara remarked, gesturing for Summer to come closer.

"Yes, thank you," Summer replied, her tone measured.

"We'll be visiting the seamstress later today," Elara continued, inspecting her nails as she spoke. "There are some preparations that need to be made. Make sure you're ready by midday."

Summer nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll be prepared, my lady."

Just then, the door opened again, and Jessica strode in, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor. She stopped in her tracks upo