My after-dinner performance was absolutely lovely, and Miss Baxter wasn’t the only one to phrase it that way. Several of the girls in the boarding house made a point of praising my performance as they introduced themselves. And I rather enjoyed all the attention I was getting as I stood there, ram-rod straight touching hands and leaning in to kiss cheeks.
I was still laced up tight in my corset, though in the middle of my afternoon of practicing, Anise had taken my measurements, and another girl had been sent to the tailor to fetch me some fitted shirts and slacks for my evening performance. Three of each, so I got the feeling this might become a regular thing.
“Julie, my dear, I cannot begin to tell you how much I admire the way you applied yourself this afternoon.” Miss Baxter had link
