Alexander gave Amelia time to collect herself before he told her the news. The woman was happy, sort of. He never really knew what she looks like when she is happy. But upon telling her that she can go out of the shelter for the day, she immediately stood up and went to her room, which he remembered he needs to mention with the director as well.
She came back properly clothed with her usual dark gown and trying to pin her hair up as cleanly as she could.
“Do you have any bonnet with a veil?” he asked.
Amelia glanced at him. “Why?”
“We have to cover your face so as not to cause a riot.”
“I understand. However, I would look like a recent widow. My husband has been dead for years, wearing such attire would seem offensive on his memory.”
“It is for your own sake, Miss.”
Amelia glanced
