CHAPTER TWO“You cannot go to The Castle dressed all in black, Mama,” Mena declared.
“What does it matter?” her mother asked. “I am only going to please Lais.”
“Lais will be annoyed if you don’t look lovely,” Mena said sternly.
She searched for the clothes that her mother had worn before her husband’s death.
They had been tidily packed away and, when she found them, she knew that they were exactly what her mother should wear while she was staying at The Castle.
Her father, being proud of his wife, had always been particular that she should look beautiful and he insisted that every gown she wore was not only becoming but also made of good material.
Her afternoon and evening gowns were consequently just as fresh and attractive as they had been when they were new.
Despite her mother’s p
