The curtain was half drawn, but there was a gap and she could now see the slim figure of a young girl probably no more than twenty with dark hair and a sulky expression.
She was fiddling with the belt of her dressing gown and looking thoroughly miserable.
Before she knew what she was doing, Anthea was up on her feet and standing outside the other girl’s cubicle.
The girl looked up and smiled at her.
“Terribly dull isn’t it? I hate buying new clothes.”
The girl was very pretty with deep blue eyes and a sweet heart-shaped face. Her skin was as white as snow and that made an attractive contrast with her dark hair.
“I want to wear grown-up clothes, but Papa insists on making me dress like a child.”
Anthea laughed.
“Yes, my Papa can be quite strict with me and I am a good deal older t
