*Isolde*
It’s excellent that my sister found the perfect husband. Of course it is. Not that repeating it over and over will make me feel any better. Envy is a rotten emotion, especially between sisters… and yet I am envious.
“It’s beneath you,” I tell my reflection in the glass.
“Did you say something, miss?” my maid asks from the other side of the room.
“I’m very happy with this walking costume,” I respond quickly.
Norah trots over and twitches the hem of my gown straight. “That butter yellow suits you no end. And the spencer jacket is darling.” She hesitates. “Is the dowager accompanying you to the village?”
“Of course. She’ll be watching poor Brie to make sure that she doesn’t put a step wrong.”
“They all say downstairs that she’s terribly strict,” Norah confirms. “I wouldn’t wan
