CHAPTER THREEAs Venetia drove on home she thought that it was the strangest afternoon she had ever spent.
However she was feeling very differently about the whole situation than she had this morning.
It had been Lady Manvill’s idea before they left that Venetia should leave her own dress with Mrs. Herbert for the courier to take to Paris, as it was essential for Worth to have a model that fitted her perfectly.
Actually the dress she was now wearing, which had been made for Mrs. Herbert, fitted her almost perfectly, but she was a little smaller round the waist.
It had undoubtedly, Venetia reckoned, as she gazed intently into the mirror, transformed her from a schoolgirl into a young woman.
It was extremely smart and so much more elaborate than any dress she had ever owned before.
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