Aspen’s POV
As Scarlett carefully placed gowns, a few jewels, and all manner of accoutrements into two trunks, Kalinda fluffed my new lavender traveling dress in front of the mirror. With me in it.
“Just think, you’ll have all new gowns from now on.” Kalinda smiled.
“Well, I don’t want to put that kind of strain on the tax funds,” I answered nervously. I smoothed my hands over the serviceable, yet still beautiful, fabric. One did not travel by coach in silk, after all. Unless one really didn’t like their dress. “I can’t imagine needing more than three.”
Kalinda shook her head.
“Five?” I hazarded.
“Oh dear.” Kalinda patted my shoulder. “Perhaps it’s best I just let you find out for yourself.”
“More than five?!” I gaped. “How many types of occasions do you expect I’ll be attending?!”
