*Millie*
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy the Veranda Café,” Agatha says. “It’s quite charming.”
“I haven’t been there yet,” I admit. “I’m sure it’s really nice.”
I’m feeling comfortable, too, because today’s day dress isn’t scratchy like the first one. It’s a pretty light blue color with a neckline not quite as high as that other one. Still, I’m in the stupid corset again, but Agatha has kept it loose. I can’t figure out why women in 1912 think they need these things. The first day I wore it tightly, I could barely breathe.
Will isn’t with us, and it makes me uneasy.
Edward seems to sense that as we stroll down the hallway toward the cafe with me on one of his arms and Agatha on the other. It’s strange how I’m getting used to being escorted around like this, though I wish I was locking elbow
