*Hattie*

"It's fortunate we are close to the same size," Charlie murmurs as she helps lace up my corset. "It's too bad we do not have a dressmaker scheduled to visit any time soon. Perhaps after the war ends."

The thought of staying long enough to need to have my own clothes made causes a knot to form in my stomach. It's been surreal to meet everyone and see what life was like in the 1700s, but I want to go home. I can only imagine how scared my family must be that they ...