Slow down!” Marietta said. She couldn’t keep up. Her sister ran through the changing room to the next. She stopped to yell at one person and then the other. Staff looked up and nodded with respect, but Marietta knew they didn’t hear or understand her erratic orders. There were no last minute changes. There was no crisis. One wouldn’t know it by Mirabella’s demands and shouting. Marietta had never in the past two years she’d spent with Mirabella seen her behave this way.
“Where is Catalina?” Mirabella asked. “I need Catalina. Find her! Now damn it! No. No. Bring Kyra and Jamie to me. I want to see the shoe choices again. I can’t remember what we decided on for Zenobia.”
Marietta shook her head no to Clara. “I have it. Go see if Jamie needs anything.”
“Did you not hear me?” Mirabella whirled on Marietta with her hands on her hips. “I said I want to see them. Where the hell is Catalina?”
“She’s outside. The doors open to allow everyone to the gardens soon.
