Elizabeth managed to drag herself out of bed at half past five in the morning. She had barely slept, but Brigid was already awake and sat styling her hair at the table; Elizabeth’s suspicion that her effortless looking hair was carefully styled to look that way was entirely correct.
She got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom without even trying to exchange pleasantries with Brigid.
She turned on the shower, and stood staring at the jet of water as it swirled down the drain.
She should probably have been excited, but all she felt was apprehension. She knew Brigid was on the fence about whether she was a decent person whose good luck was not entirely down to privilege or a spoiled brat with a rich fiance who was handed everything she wanted without question.
As she took off Sawye
