said, 'Vaughan and Horatio will act as chaperones, so there is nothing to fear. Mrs . Wallis will allow them inside the shop. They will not leave your side lest that scoundrel should make an appearance.'
Isa lifted her eyebrows. 'I know when I was there; Mrs . Wallis said she was imposing a new rule, no men within the walls of the shop. She was so upset.'
The earl nodded. 'Yes, she is insisting that she pay for the trousseau in the light of the attack. But, I declared I would pay. She is a lady of good repute and I did not want to insult her dignity, so she is giving you a ball gown.'
Isa took his hand. 'Papa you are so kind and so sensitive. I am very proud of you.'
Colouring up, the earl harrumphed, as Isa went on tiptoe to kiss his cheek 'That is really kind of her. I know she is very watchful, but her attention was caught up with such a large order as well. However, now I can relax.'
To Isa's relief, the dressmaker's shop was almost empty. Isa did not have to run the raised eyebrows and inquisitive glances of the clientele.'
The door to the dressing room on the far side was locked to save any chance of a mishap. Horatio and Vaughan guarded the front door whilst Isabella and Mrs. Wallis repaired to the fitting room. Isa was ecstatic with the haute mode and styles of the dresses, the silks and tulles fairly glowing in the morning sunlight seeping through the windows. Phillipa and Henrietta appeared with an array of headdresses, bonnets and slippers creating excited laughter.
Mrs . Wallis slipped the wedding dress over Isa's lissom figure. Folds of the palest eggshell blue satin hung from a high waist with an embroidered satin band. Tiny embroidered roses scattered over whispering folds of the finest white tulle flowed over the satin skirt. Beribboned puffed sleeves set off the high waist decorated with an embroidered satin band. Mrs. Wallis produced the coup de grace with a pair of satin slippers dyed to exactly the same colour decorated with pale blue semi-precious gems. The veil of the finest eggshell blue tulle hung from a crystal-beaded tiara, twinkling in myriad colours as it caught the light.
Twirling in front of the mirror, Isabella exclaimed, ' La, Mrs. Wallis, tis beautiful.'
The dressmaker smiled, as she plucked pins from her pincushion. ‘We just need to nip the waist in here and higher the hem just a little. We want the slippers to peek from the folds. Then I think we should adjust the sleeves, so they sit more neatly on your arms. You are so slender milady.'
After Mrs . Wallis carefully lifted off the gown, Isa stepped down from the stool to dress. Phillipa and Henrietta came through the door; their arms piled high with pelisses, shawls, and neatly knitted cottages. Holding one of the latter up, Phillipa exclaimed, 'Isa I just love this, see how the lace edging blends with the pattern of the crochet. This is just the thing for the cool nights at the camps.'
Mrs . Wallis smiled. 'Now milady I think we should now concentrate on your undergarments, for your wedding night, I thought this nightrail would enchant your new husband. Isa giggled, as she fingered the gossamer lace, 'My, I think he will see everything through this Mrs. Wallis.'
'Exactly milady.'
Isabella did not reveal Alex's preference to have her nude in bed. But, this would certainly entice him.
As she buttoned up the crossovers on her dress, she heard a commotion outside. Startled Henrietta went to the door and peered out, to see a group of men fighting, Horatio and Vaughan amongst them. She was unable to recognize the assailants as they wore masks. To her horror, she saw one of them draw a sword, whilst another threatened with a vicious looking dagger.
Twelve
Henrietta stiffened as one of them turned toward the window. She knew that sardonic twist to the mouth - Ladness. It was definitely Ladness. With her heart thumping, she sped back and closed the door to face Isabella. 'Some men are attacking Horatio and Vaughan. It is best
Isa lifted her eyebrows. 'I know when I was there; Mrs . Wallis said she was imposing a new rule, no men within the walls of the shop. She was so upset.'
The earl nodded. 'Yes, she is insisting that she pay for the trousseau in the light of the attack. But, I declared I would pay. She is a lady of good repute and I did not want to insult her dignity, so she is giving you a ball gown.'
Isa took his hand. 'Papa you are so kind and so sensitive. I am very proud of you.'
Colouring up, the earl harrumphed, as Isa went on tiptoe to kiss his cheek 'That is really kind of her. I know she is very watchful, but her attention was caught up with such a large order as well. However, now I can relax.'
To Isa's relief, the dressmaker's shop was almost empty. Isa did not have to run the raised eyebrows and inquisitive glances of the clientele.'
The door to the dressing room on the far side was locked to save any chance of a mishap. Horatio and Vaughan guarded the front door whilst Isabella and Mrs. Wallis repaired to the fitting room. Isa was ecstatic with the haute mode and styles of the dresses, the silks and tulles fairly glowing in the morning sunlight seeping through the windows. Phillipa and Henrietta appeared with an array of headdresses, bonnets and slippers creating excited laughter.
Mrs . Wallis slipped the wedding dress over Isa's lissom figure. Folds of the palest eggshell blue satin hung from a high waist with an embroidered satin band. Tiny embroidered roses scattered over whispering folds of the finest white tulle flowed over the satin skirt. Beribboned puffed sleeves set off the high waist decorated with an embroidered satin band. Mrs. Wallis produced the coup de grace with a pair of satin slippers dyed to exactly the same colour decorated with pale blue semi-precious gems. The veil of the finest eggshell blue tulle hung from a crystal-beaded tiara, twinkling in myriad colours as it caught the light.
Twirling in front of the mirror, Isabella exclaimed, ' La, Mrs. Wallis, tis beautiful.'
The dressmaker smiled, as she plucked pins from her pincushion. ‘We just need to nip the waist in here and higher the hem just a little. We want the slippers to peek from the folds. Then I think we should adjust the sleeves, so they sit more neatly on your arms. You are so slender milady.'
After Mrs . Wallis carefully lifted off the gown, Isa stepped down from the stool to dress. Phillipa and Henrietta came through the door; their arms piled high with pelisses, shawls, and neatly knitted cottages. Holding one of the latter up, Phillipa exclaimed, 'Isa I just love this, see how the lace edging blends with the pattern of the crochet. This is just the thing for the cool nights at the camps.'
Mrs . Wallis smiled. 'Now milady I think we should now concentrate on your undergarments, for your wedding night, I thought this nightrail would enchant your new husband. Isa giggled, as she fingered the gossamer lace, 'My, I think he will see everything through this Mrs. Wallis.'
'Exactly milady.'
Isabella did not reveal Alex's preference to have her nude in bed. But, this would certainly entice him.
As she buttoned up the crossovers on her dress, she heard a commotion outside. Startled Henrietta went to the door and peered out, to see a group of men fighting, Horatio and Vaughan amongst them. She was unable to recognize the assailants as they wore masks. To her horror, she saw one of them draw a sword, whilst another threatened with a vicious looking dagger.
Twelve
Henrietta stiffened as one of them turned toward the window. She knew that sardonic twist to the mouth - Ladness. It was definitely Ladness. With her heart thumping, she sped back and closed the door to face Isabella. 'Some men are attacking Horatio and Vaughan. It is best
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