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đith every gift neatly purchased and tucked away, Elysia gave her ladies-in-waiting a charming little nod.
"Take the bags back to the carriage and wait for me there. I have one final stop to make."
Immediate resistance.
Liliette's brows creased with worry. Mira's eyes narrowed with suspicion. And Seraphine straightened like she was preparing to intercept an ambush.
"You can't go anywhere alone, my lady," Mira said flatly.
Elysia gave a patient sigh. She'd predicted this.
"Relax, girls," she said, waving a hand. "Caldre's coming with me."
That softened them, barely.
They exchanged glances, silently debating the merit of her claim, before reluctantly giving in under the weight of her sweetly firm tone.
With only minimal grumbling, they turned and drifted toward the carriage, their silhouettes fading into the afternoon crowd.
