Chapter 24
Victoria stared at the long mirror in the residence across from Father Hall’s church, trying to recognize herself. Sister Amelia, the same young nun who’d brought her to the strange, intense meeting at that church two weeks ago had helped her get dressed. Even as an acolyte not yet in her twenties, Amelia knew the order and procedure for each garment to perfection.
London society hardly allowed simple clothing for women, but Victoria never would have managed the complicated layers without help.
A band of white cotton cut across her forehead right above her eyebrows, in front of her ears, and under her chin. With her unruly waves of hair invisible, her eyes looked huge and vividly blue. The white didn’t do her pale complexion after years spent in England any favors. Bare of an
