7
ELENA
Gwen took me upstairs to a large room. In the middle of the room were fabrics and sewing supplies. It was like a sewing and embroidery room.
"Take off what you're wearing and try this on," Gwen said, handing me a simple linen dress.
The fabric had a plaid pattern, very different from what I was used to, with a stiff texture. The colors were a mix of dark blue and white. Probably the symbol of a Scottish clan. A strange sadness came over me. As an English bride, I would wear the colors of a clan on this land and become one of their women...
As I put on the dress, Gwen muttered to herself, adjusting it with pins to tighten the bodice. She didn't look at my face, just stuck the pins in and tugged at my skirt. Whenever I winced and let out a small "Ouch!", she snapped, "Stop mo
