Chapter Thirteen
The Leaving
Meri was late to arrive in the breakfast room the following morning and she dreaded being scolded, worse yet, punished for being tardy. It really was not her fault. She failed miserably putting on the corset as Alain demanded she do, and finally had to seek Priscilla’s assistance. The lovely woman hustled into her room. Seeing Meri’s distraught face she smiled warmly.
“You really can’t do this by yourself, but then, they wouldn’t tell you that. They just like to see us suffer,” Priscilla joked light-heartedly.
“I’m getting that impression,” Meri said, feeling very much relieved to find another woman there to share her moment of misery.
Priscilla stood behind her and carefully cinched the laces of the yellow corset, her fingers tugging them tighter and tigh
