And so Anna rushed a bath in an inbuilt bathroom in the castle, in a secluded passage almost away from the main building. Cordelia waited for her by the door, they chatted.
“So how old are you, Anna?”
“Sixteen!” she replied.
“Sixteen,” the woman chuckled, “That's about two years less the age of my daughter.”
Anna stared at the water in the pail surprised at what the woman had just revealed, no wonder she treated her a lot as her own. “What's her name?”
“Zinna. Her name is Zinna.”
“I can tell she's as beautiful as her name,” Anna praised, and the woman smiled. Done with the bath, still in the bathroom, Anna dried herself with a large grey towel which Cordelia had earlier given to her, together with the soap dish and a black dress. She slipped into the dress and felt awful in it, Anna
