Clara's POV
I kept thinking of different ways to get closer to Ciel. I knew what he liked now—his routines, his favorite places, and even his strange habits. A plan began to form in my mind, piece by piece, and though I didn't know where it would lead, I had to try. If winning his trust was my only chance of escaping, then I had to play the part… perfectly.
Just then, the door creaked open. It was Lila.
"His Majesty told me to start preparing you for the outing," she said softly, bowing her head as usual.
"Okay," I said, sitting up from the bed.
She bathed me gently, her hands careful as always, then slipped me into a flowing gown that shimmered faintly in the sunlight streaming through the windows. The scent of the oils she used clung to my skin like wildflowers in spring. My hair was brushed until it gleamed, and then twisted into a delicate braid over my shoulder.
