CHAPTER EIGHTElvina stared at herself in the looking glass and felt her spirits drop.
She had been so excited about her new gowns and she had watched the seamstress carefully sew the material that Lord Wye had bought her.
She had chosen the ribbons and the lining and had been willing to be fitted not once but a dozen times.
She could not remember when she had last had a new dress. The only clothes she had ever had to wear were old things of Juanita’s that she was bored with.
To have something of her own and to be given the choice of materials was something so exciting that she could hardly believe it was true until she slipped the gown over her head, let the seamstress fasten it and turned to look at herself in the mirror.
It was then that she realised how very little difference it ma
