Chapter 40
Week 15, Instructor Calendar, May 1896
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
I.vii
Concordia tried to draw a full breath, and found that she could not. She cast a wary eye at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. The corset had done its work, helping her fit into Miss Bellini’s pale-green dress.
Oh, my.
Concordia made a face in the glass. She did not remember the neckline being this low-cut. Did she look like one of those women who took every opportunity to exhibit her feminine charms? She hoped not.
Well, it was too late now. She tried not to think about going through the entire evening--and early morning hours—depriving her lungs of the proper amount of air while her bosom experienced an excess of it.
How do women do this?
She turned from side t
