CHAPTER SIX“You look very beautiful, señorita,” Dolores exclaimed.
Cañuela’s reflection in the mirror told her that the costume was in fact very becoming.
The tight black bodice revealed the slimness of her waist and the low-cut muslin blouse embroidered with red smocking enhanced the white transparency of her skin.
The red handkerchief concealed her hair under the wide sombrero and her eyes looked enormous in her tiny face.
“Put on the mask, señorita,” Dolores suggested.
She had collected one from downstairs while Cañuela was dressing and now she held it out. Cañuela saw that it was a dainty affair, but nevertheless very concealing.
The part that went over the nose and around the eyes was of velvet, but attached to the bottom of it, Venetian fashion, was a frill of black lace that a
