“Where did you get this dress?” a man shouted. “A girl—woman, I guess—traded me. It’s lovely, isn’t it? I think I can make it fit if I let out the seams.” Hyacinth’s voice rang out clear as day. “No one in my position would ever get a dress so fine as this, you know.”
Why would Hycinthe leave the castle on the same side as she was sending Alli to escape though?
