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“Turn around and let me have a look atcha,” Molly insisted.
Meg felt rather odd but complied. “Mrs. Brown,” she said as she turned back to face the woman who was studying her as if she were about to paint her portrait, “I need to speak to you before we get started. It’s a matter with quite a bit of urgency.”
“I’m sure one of them dresses Lucy gave me oughtta do nicely,” Molly muttered as if she hadn’t heard Meg’s comment. “Maybe the black one… or the red…”
“Lucy?” Meg repeated. “As in Lady Duff Gordon?”
“Oh, yes,” Molly replied. “How handy is it to have a famous dress designer on board when you have a fashion emergency?”
Meg swallowed hard. If Lucy knew she were borrowing her dress, she’d definitely want to see her in it. And then she’d certainly let everyone know who she was, which could be q
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