#Chapter 80: Not The Right Consort

For the rest of the day, Bethany measures me and works on a dress. Aside from showing me her designs and asking for my input, she does not speak to me. But then, I don’t speak to her either. She’s my friend more than my servant, and I don’t understand why as either of those things, she would refuse to help me contact Samuel. He would help me escape from this nightmare, I’m sure of it. Doesn’t Bethany want to save my life? She has her reasons, but it’s hard not to feel betrayed. By evening the tension must be unbearable for both of us, because Bethany gathers her supplies and says, “I can do the rest from my room.” “Yes, that might be best,” I agree. Her hands are full so I hold the door open for her. Then, with regret, I watch her walk down the hallway until she’s out of sight into the stairwell. She’s my best friend in this place. I hate fighting with her. But I truly believe I’m in the right this time. A message to Samuel could save my life, and Bethany just won’t