CHAPTER 25
It was already late at night when Lucia finally allowed the handmaids to enter her room. It had not been easy to erase the traces of anger and tears from her face, but she had succeeded. And now she was calm and relaxed. And ready to join the other nobles at the party.
The green gamurra the maids had prepared would have done justice to her beauty and would have given very little room to male imagination and fantasy. The neckline would have spoken for her breasts. She had the splendid dress put away and folded over a white satin dress, much more demure, though less elegant, the long sleeves tightened at the arms by braided laces, the high neck buttoned down to the chin. While two handmaids helped her to wear the complicated dress, the third took care of the hairstyle. The latte
