Part One: The Once Royal Seamstress
Dear Christabella,
I hope you find this letter before Ma, because she’ll chase me to the ends of the village if she finds out where I’ve gone.
I’ve gone to the palace, by the way.And I don’t think I’m coming back.That probably isn’t a surprise to you, but I’m sorry if it is.You’re welcome to badmouth me to Sonny and Pa, and even Ma, if that makes you feel better.
I’ll probably never have a good laugh until we see each other again.If you ever find the guts to escape Ma’s clutches and come aboveground, you can ask for me at the palace.I’ll miss you.
Forever your sister,
Giselle
1
Present
That witch Jeraldinewas out to get me.
One wouldn’t have known such wickedness from her exquisite handiwork: puffed silk sleeves, deliciously cinched bodices, and skirts with airy chiffon trains all elegantly displayed in her pastel colored shop.It didn’t matter that she didn’t know I existed.
Jeraldine’s Dress Emporium had completely robbed me of business.
A horse chaise clattered by, splashing a puddle of filthy water at my feet.
“Bad luck,” I cursed.My summer had been riddled with it.
I set down the mallet in my hand and inspected the damage on my skirt, leaning against the side of my shop.A wooden plaque was nailed against the wall.
WANTED; APPRENTICE SEAMSTRESS, able to sew and mend competently; preferably under 70 years of age.Apply to Ms.Giselle P.inside.
