She had brushed her hair until it shone and now it was secured neatly on the back of her head in an elegant chignon. The outfit showed off her trim figure to perfection. Amy was wearing a fine cord day suit, cinched in at the waist, with billowing skirts and a tight-fitted jacket trimmed with black velvet buttons and braid. She was so excited that she had hardly slept a wink the night before, but no one would have known it, for she was positively glowing. ‘You’ve got everything in there except the kitchen sink, so for God’s sake close it up and be done with it, else you’ll still be here this time next week.’Īmy strapped it up obediently. ‘Oh, I’m sure I will have forgotten something,’ she fretted. Josephine Forrester had thoughtfully provided a large trunk, and it was this that Amy was fussing over now. But now in less than an hour Mr Forrester’s coach would be coming to collect her and she would be gone on the first stage of the long journey ahead of her. She had spent her twenty-first birthday quietly at home with Molly. The last few weeks had been hectic, with Amy rushed off her feet preparing for the trip, sometimes sketching late into the night.
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