*Mathilda*
Sitting on the bench at my dressing table, staring at my reflection in the mirror, I am not particularly pleased with myself, with how much I am anticipating the outing to the theater.
It has been so very long since I have attended a play. As I am in the role of chaperone, I had considered dressing modestly but my vanity gets the better of me. It will be my first foray into the public realm at an evening event, and I intend to make a splash, to hold my head high, and to weather whatever censure might be tossed my way.
The rap on my door causes my heart to hitch because I know what the hollow echo portends. Taking a deep breath, I gather up my lacy shawl and stand. With a final glance at my reflection to ensure I am as put together as possible, I walk out.
Annie stands in the
