Eve tried as much as she could to remain put, but by noon, she couldn't any longer. She decided to take matters into her own hands. Relia, supportive as ever, was buzzing in her mind.
"You're going to get in trouble for this," Relia teased, though her tone carried admiration. "But I love it."
Evelina stood outside the cabin, the warm sun on her back. Sophie had hung some clothes to dry, including a simple maid's uniform—a dark skirt and plain blouse. Evelina eyed it, weighing her options.
"This is what it's come to," Evelina muttered to herself as she snatched the clothing.
Within minutes, she had changed, tying her hair up in a low bun to conceal her distinctive features. She covered her head with a soft scarf borrowed from the cabin, masking herself further.
The outfit was surprisingly comfortable, and Evelina moved confidently as she left the cabin behind.
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The journey to the palace was uneventful, Evelina ensuring she wasn't seen by anyone familiar.
