CHAPTER 38: THE BALL

Meredith's POV

Madam Estrid walks in with a large scowl on her face and annoyance swirling within her fading gray eyes. “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me knocking?”

I stay silent. I couldn’t speak. I was almost too tired.

She glares down at me and says, “It will soon be time for the ball. Everyone is getting ready; you should as well.” Once again, I say nothing. If I didn’t know better, I almost believe that there was a flash of worry in her eyes.

But there was not a single soul that actually cared about me in this damn place.

She sighs, and her hands go up to her nape. “I heard what happened, and it is quite unfortunate; although I could say I expected death to come knocking on Gwen’s door eventually, I never expected it for Sarah. She was a good girl.”

I pinch my eyes shut and let another tear slide down my face. Why was she telling me this? Is this her way of condoning me?

Madam Estrid continues, “But you have to pull yourself together. One thing you must get used to he