Mina could see the tension between the two girls, but she couldn’t guess what was behind it. Perhaps sharing a wagon caused this friction.
Isabella picked up one of Mina’s dresses and held it out to her. ‘We have to get going. Since you prefer the mundane,’ she looked at the dress with distaste, ‘I suggest you put this on. Then you can sit up front with me. Lisette doesn’t like scenery.’
‘The movement, it make me ill sometimes,’ Lisette muttered. Mina began pulling her dress over her shift as the other girls continued their argument. Isabella stepped into a red skirt, then pulled on a black bodice.
‘The movement is worse when you sit inside,’ she said. Her fingers laced the bodice with practiced ease. ‘Besides, the sunlight would make you feel better.’
‘The sunlight would make me dark
