Chapter Eight
The room was filled with explosions of colour and the excited chatter of the maids. It was almost impossible to think about anything.
Or move. But that was mostly due to the number of pins in my dress. While they'd managed to get a dress fitted for me that I could wear at dinner, they hadn't managed to finish the ball gown. I wasn't too surprised. I had appeared rather abruptly.
"Do they give all of the girls wardrobes like this?" I asked Rosemary, who had somehow convinced her maids to let her get ready in the same room as me. Her dress was already fitted, though, so it was taking less time to get her ready.
"I don't think so," she admitted. "They do it for us so that it levels the playing field and people don't judge us for being lower class."
"Pfft." The noise escaped
