Hannah, the elderly maid who had done her hair, was in her bedroom.
“Now you’ve got to change, miss,” she began.
“I cannot believe that you have anything for me as pretty as the gown I have on,” Valessa replied.
Hannah unbuttoned it and, as she did so, Valessa was aware that there was a gown and several other things lying on the bed.
They were all white.
What Hannah now slipped over her head was another beautiful gown that was different from the others she had worn.
It reached to the floor and there was a small train billowing out at the back. It was also not so décolleté as the gown she had worn at dinner.
It was certainly very beautiful and was trimmed with lace and white satin ribbons, which Valessa was certain had come from France.
Hannah made her sit down at the dressing table
