Chapter Twelve
Kate and Lizzie shared their toilette for the ball in Kate’s bedchamber, a spacious room decorated in blue and cream. Kate watched with pleasure as her maid, Paton, transformed Lizzie from a pretty young lady into a ravishing one. The rose-pink satin slip with its overdress of gauze became Lizzie to perfection. Ribbon of the same deep shade of pink graced her dark hair, which was dressed in an elaborate and extremely becoming style with ringlets framing her face. She needed no enhancement in the form of cosmetics; her cheeks and lips were rosy and her skin clear. She had refused Kate’s offer of jewelry, accepting only a slender gold chain on which she hung a cross of pink topaz.
Lizzie stood and gazed at herself in the mirror. Paton’s expression was smug, as well it might
