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LONDON, APRIL 2nd, 1872 I don’t know how I manage to fall asleep at all with everything on my mind. But it seems like Lady Northcott’s support has soothed my nerves a bit, because I find myself drifting from a dream as I hear a knock on the door. I soon don’t remember a thing about it. “Come in!” I call out as I sit up on the bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. An unfamiliar maid enters, bowing at me. “Milady, I am sorry for disturbing you. I was instructed to bring you to the dressing room,” she explains. I nod in understanding, getting up on my feet to follow her, but she already continues. “Do you have a white dress of your own with you?” I stop in my tracks, glancing at my luggage, which is still neatly arranged at the end of the bed. I haven’t managed to unpack yet, let alone tak