#Chapter 42: Look, Don’t Touch

Corinne and I inspect the remnants of our train.

“Is there anything we can do?” I ask. I’ve been around a sewing machine, but it’s hardly my area of expertise. There isn’t exactly time for it anyway. I’m supposed to be in the entryway in ten minutes.

Corinne stares hard at the lace, then at my dress. “Turn around,” she says. “Uh, please. Mistress.”

“Tessa,” I remind her and turn as she directed. S