Artemisia

“This is amazing,” I gush as I turn in front of my mirror.

The skirt of my long gown dances over the floor as I halt, and flows back into place smoothingly. “It looks brand new! Thank you, Alberta!”

Alberta laughs as she stands up to pick at the dress to adjust it.

“It looks so beautiful on you that it would have broken my heart not to fix it for you to wear it to the ball.”

“Oh, she’s right. You look marvellous,” Lisa says as she enters the room with three ...