The dress was an even finer one than the one she had had on. Mrs. Rose, as she had introduced, was right. A change of clothes surely did her great goodness already.
Madelyn raised her eyes to the mirror, somewhat pleased and relieved at the sight of the woman who sat there, looking back at her. The dishevelled, grimy servant she had been earlier was gone; in her place sat a clean and composed figure, albeit bruised and with a sickly pallor.
The beige dress was a simple and humble piece, telling already of the financial stance of the owner, which was a greater much than she had ever experienced. For a fleeting moment, joy filled her being, but then her gaze fell and her heart ached.
