Later that day, Clara found out later that she had snuck onto a costume drama. A wardrobe woman with two assistants came into the extra’s bullpen, dresses and robes in hand. Clara slipped into a light blue gown that almost fit and that made her eyes look blue. She let her long hair fall past her shoulders, knowing the blonde strands showed up well against the sky blue of the dress. Once the wardrobe assistant moved on to the next actor, Clara adjusted the heavy belt around her waist so it fell at a more flattering angle. If her mother had taught her anything, she had taught her how to dress well, even without a mirror handy.
She was herded with the rest of the extras onto the set. The lights were so bright she squinted, but her eyes adjusted quickly. It was brighter than the desert at noo
