*Constance*
Harriet came inside the room just as I was preparing to leave.
“Where are you going?" she asked, concerned that I had dressed myself…again.
She set down the tray with the tea and forced me back over to the window.
“What are you doing?" I asked, trying to push back in the other direction.
“You've got this thing on wrong!" she declared while undoing the strings I had so carefully tied.
“What do you mean?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I keep telling you, miss, these things are not meant for a person alone to put them on. They take two, some even more. Now, just hold still, and we'll get this thing on straight."
My breath left my lungs when she retied the strings to the corset, forcing my innards into the small waistline created by the contraption.
“Is this really nece
