She stood before the cloudy mirror wondering if the distorted reflection she saw in it was her own or if it had magically captured the image of another, one of the perfectly mannered, perfectly obsequious courtiers clogging every inch of Versailles. The sage-green silk bodice hugged her tightly, fitting to the exact form of the binding corset beneath it. Satin ribbon trimmed the low-cut bodice, elbow-length sleeves and hem and created bows embellishing the full skirt and slight train. The large felt hat in the same sage green boasted one fluffy white ostrich feather.
Jeanne peered closely at her face; her eyes looked darker, deeper, and her skin glowed with tawny effervescence.
“Humph,” she grunted to the woman staring at her. “This is far too feminine garb for the likes of you. But it w
