Rose did eat dinner. It was a little bland, but that might have been more her fault than the cooks'. She hadn't done anything all day, but she was somehow more exhausted than ever. It wasn't a surprise; her thoughts had the whole day to run around her mind, and that was enough to weaken anyone.
The maids came to help her get ready for the prince. She should be used to this routine by now, but she wasn't. Edna noticed her mood and didn't speak. The silence was even more awkward.
The other girls just scrubbed her down, washed her hair, and applied oils. Rose thought her hair looked even more lush now, and even her skin did too. Considering she was soaked in oils every day, that wasn't too much of a surprise.
