CHAPTER TWOUrsa stared at herself in the mirror.
She found it hard to believe that she was looking at her own reflection.
Penelope had taken her upstairs to where, to her surprise her French lady’s maid, Marie, was waiting.
She had already unpacked some clothes that were lying on the bed.
She also looked, Ursa thought, exactly as a French maid should look.
“Now Marie is going to make you look more like me,” Penelope proposed, “and you will be surprised how different you soon will be from how you look now.”
She spoke in a scathing manner that made Ursa feel uncomfortable.
Marie helped her off with her gown and sat her down at the dressing table to arrange her hair.
She did it in a style, Penelope assured her, that was the very latest fashion.
It made her look older, more sophistica
