Odetta stared at her reflection in the mirror and gave a little cry of delight.
“I have done it! I have really done it!”
She turned first this way and then the other way, looking at herself in the blue gown that Emelene had given her first.
She had altered it so that it really looked as if it had come straight from Worth.
She had dropped the waistline and the stiff folds of the crinoline had all been swept back to end in a short train.
Odetta had then arranged the tulle over it to give it an ethereal appearance and the blue ribbons which had decorated the crinoline were also at the back.
It had been difficult to slip the bodice off the shoulders, but she had achieved it and she thought that her own waist had never looked smaller.
She also had no idea that she had such a good figure
