Chapter 19
Week 7, Instructor Calendar, March 1898
Concordia was nearly ready for the Isley dinner.
She watched as Penelope tugged with the buttonhook, giving a little grunt of exertion. The new shoes were a bit stiff, but perfectly matched Concordia’s green silk dinner dress, so she wasn’t about to change them for her old broken-in black pumps. If only her corset weren’t so tight, she would be able to lean over and button them herself.
Concordia noted the glints of silver in Penelope’s braided coronet as the woman bent over the shoe. Since Miss Hamilton moved with the grace and ease of a much younger woman, these little reminders of the lady’s actual age were a continual surprise.
“There!” Miss Hamilton said in satisfaction, handing back the hook.
“Have you made any progress in your
