Mary turned away from the mirror to see her mother’s maid enter with her arms full. “Is it time already?”
“Yes, Miss. The guests will start arriving soon.” Rebecca carefully laid Mary’s blue dress across the bed. “Mrs. Derby will arrive shortly to watch you dress; she’s finishing arrangements downstairs.”
“We should start. Mother may be delayed, and I don’t want to rush,” Mary said out loud, only to think quietly to herself, I don’t actually want to go through with this party at all. I wish George and I could just elope.
Mary drew white silk stockings embellished with embroidery at the ankle up over each knee, fastened them with ribbon garters, and put on her white silk-covered shoes. The decorative buckles glittered with glass stones. When she stood, Rebecca dropped a padded corset over Mary’s head and began adjusting the stays from the front.
“Not so tight,” Mary cautioned with a grimace, only for Rebecca to pull tighter on the stays regardless.
“All of Salem will look at you this evening and see a beautiful woman.”
“How does that relate to tight stays?”
“Beauty, Madam, requires a perfect silhouette.”
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