Chapter Twenty-Eight

They bowed for me, then continued to cook. I beckoned Maria, then headed to the corridor.

She followed me immediately, nervously, and bowed to me again.

"What color does the pack wear to funerals? I asked her.

Black, my princess Everyone wears black, including the royals."

"Thank you," I said to her.

"I am glad to be of help to you, princess. Is there any other thing you want me to do for you?"

"No, you may go. She ran off immediately, and I headed back to my room.

I grabbed a black modest dress, put it on, put my head into an updo after my failed attempt to do other styles, then gently rubbed a tiny bit of color corrector and concealer on my dark circles, then rubbed a bit of powder to cover it up. I grabbed a small black purse and added a few necessities in case I was to escape.

Those necessities included a large sum of money, a passport, and jewelry taken from Reagan's safe, which he did not bother to close after opening it.

When I got outside, she saw Queen Elizabeth and many othe