"Ye look it." Lottie replied, remembering her own youth as the assistant busied around Anne. Lottie made a note of the time the dress would be ready.

"Tomorrow at 4 o clock." Lottie repeated. Again she cast her eyes towards the tired and shabby corset and her jaw stiffened. She'd give the Wards a piece of her mind.

"Ye needn't throw that old thing out. We'll take it away with us." She would need the garment as evidence.