Elizabeth changed out of her formal evening clothing, she brushed her teeth and her hair. She rubbed a homemade peppermint facial mask on her face and started to put her room back in order. She had never been a neat freak, but she did enjoy a certain amount of order to the things around her, that characteristic with time had grown more pronounced. She was aware that it was a coping mechanism of sorts that had a lot to do with control.
Once the room was back to how she liked it, clean and in order. The facial mask was starting to itch and flake off of her skin. She went into the bathroom to rinse her face off, she fussed over how to towels were folded afterward.
She returned to the bedroom, she took her jewelry from her dressing table and left the room, heading towards Charles' roo
