Vienna had a bath, and Mistress Deborah did her hair and makeup, then carefully zipped her into the pretty pink gown.
"You look lovely." Mistress Deborah put a hand over her heart. "I am really very happy for you, my lady."
"Oh. Thank you." Vienna did not know why she was embarrassed, except that she had a feeling as though she were playing dress-up in that fantasy world. She was like a child sneaking into a fancy woman's gown. "It is a beautiful dress. I should thank the seamstress."
"You are meeting her again tomorrow morning for another round with your wedding dress. So you can thank her then," Deborah told her.
"Great." Vienna forced herself to smile, but inwardly, she vowed to run away if the seamstress came near her with that bloody corset again.
A knock came at the door, then.
