expect there will be no more outbursts from you of such a . . . candid nature. The Thorns employ me to make you into exemplary young ladies. I donât need that undermined within your first hour.â
âYes, of course.â She looked at me expectantly, and I added, âMaâam.â When that still didnât lift her gaze, I tried âUh, Iâm sorry?â I had rarely had to apologize in my position and wasnât entirely sure of the process.
Looking exasperated, Mistress Masterson draped the dresses and chemises over a chair. âPlease just think before you speak next time.â
That I understood. It was advice my grandmother had been giving me for years.
When Mistress Masterson was gone, Tamsin pounced on the dresses and began examining each one. Mira, however, studied me. âI thought you said she already scolded you?â
I put on a wry smile. âI guess she wanted to make sure I got the message. Or embarrass me in front of you.â
A groan from Tamsin drew our attention elsewhere. âDamn it. This is too long.â
She was holding a cream-colored dress, scattered with green flowers, up to her. I got up and sifted through the rest of the clothes. âWear this one. Itâs shorter.â
Tamsin gave the russet calico a dismissive look. âThatâs not my color. Iâd think any sort of proper ladyâs maid would know orange doesnât go with red hair.â
âI know that wearing a dress that doesnât fit you will look a lot worse. Sloppy, even.â
Tamsin wavered a moment and then snatched the dress from me, tossing back the green in return. It was too long for me too, and I handed it to Mira, the tallest of us. That left me with a gray-striped dress of lightweight wool. As the others began to undress, I backed up, suddenly feeling self-conscious. It was silly, I supposed, considering Iâd had people dressing me my entire life. But that had been utilitarian. It was my servantsâ job. Changing clothes now, with others around, was a reminder of the new lack of privacy I had. The room suddenly felt small, like it was closing in around me.
I turned my back to them and began working through all those buttons that had given me such trouble before. It was slightly easier than initially fastening them up, but the loops they went through were sewn under the edge of the fabric, requiring some dexterity. And good grief, why did there have to be so many of them? When I finally made it to the bottom of the dress, I glanced behind me and saw Tamsin and Mira staring in astonishment. Both were already in their new chemises and dresses.
âOur best bet, huh?â asked Tamsin.
âItâs harder than it looks,â I retorted. âA new style. One Iâm not used to.â I turned away from them again and at least managed to wriggle out of it in a timelier manner than the unbuttoning. Adaâs chemise was of better quality than this new one, but I removed it too and put on the whole ensemble.
âAre these dresses torn?â asked Mira, studying one of her sleeves.
It was clear neither girl had ever worn a chemise as anything other than a basic undergarment. In fact, I was pretty sure Mira hadnât had one on at all. These new dresses were the same style of many Iâd worn beforeâalbeit mine had been more expensive materialsâwhere the chemise was meant to be displayed as part of the dress. I knew how it was supposed to look but wasnât entirely sure of how to implement it. I did my best to explain it, and after a fair amount of tugging and straightening, we all finally managed to look fashionable. The delicate white fabric of my chemise was pulled and puffed out through slashes in the overdressâs arms, creating a color contrast. Lace from the chemiseâs neckline peeped out around my bodice.
All of our extra maneuvering had taken time, and we were the last ones to arrive downstairs. We