Artemisia
“This is amazing,” I gush as I turn myself in front of my mirror.
The skirt of my long gown dances over the floor as I halt, and flows back into place smoothingly. “It’s like brand new! Thank you, Alberta!”
Alberta laughs as she stands up to pick at the dress to adjust it.
“It looks so beautiful on you that it would have broken my heart not to fix it for you to wear it to the ball.”
“Oh, she is right. You look marvellous,” Lisa says as she enters the room with three cups of coffee. She hands Alberta one before she puts down our two cups on a small table and lets herself slump into one of the armchairs sitting in my walk-in wardrobe.
Since she learned about the monstrosity that was in me, and had to puke out, she made it her job to watch over me.
I felt happy about h
