06-30-2013, 06:48 PM
Lucy raised any eyebrow at Victor, scooted closer, and whispered so low even Victor himself could hardly hear it. "I already saw this; dunno how you'll do it, but you won't fail."
Meanwhile, Cecilia was supposed to be alone, except that now she had taken a bath, had a lady in waiting rake through he hair and style it, and was forced back into a corse and a huge gown with all its underthings. After weeks of relative freedom, this stung.
But what stung worse was when The lady let it slip that she had to be pretty enough for the marriage.