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Joanna stared at the bag on her bed. The leather had been oiled by one of the footmen so as to prevent rain from soaking into it and damaging any of the bag’s contents.
“Will it do, miss?” her maid asked. Julia had talked discreetly to one of the footmen she knew, asking him for a bag that would travel well during poor weather. The young man had smartly insisted on preparing the bag for any rain, and Joanna had been incredibly grateful.
“I think so.” Joanna’s heart gave a nervous flip as she opened the bag’s mouth wider so she could review the contents again. Three days’ worth of dresses with ankle-length skirts to avoid mud and dust from the road, and one riding habit, which she’d wear tonight along with her best cloak. Even though it was a warm summer, rain could make anyone cold. T
