Chapter 19
Week 7, Instructor Calendar, October/November 1896
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
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It was the night of the Halloween Masquerade.
Concordia smoothed her skirts. Except for her boots and cloak, she was ready. She checked the mirror to assess the result. Did she look like an early-era village girl setting out for the forest? About to meet a Big Bad Wolf?
She’d chosen a simple skirt of soft navy wool and her only ruffled-yoke white blouse. Overtop she wore an apron of white muslin along with the bright red over-bodice that Ruby had lent her. It was a bit tight. While flattering to her figure—especially the bosom—it certainly wasn’t comfortable.
Concordia grimaced at her reflection. To complete the effect she had brushed out her hair and plaited it into pig
