“The skirt doesn’t even cover my limbs,” she protested in shocked tones. “It stops halfway down.” “That’s the whole idea,” Charlotte said. “You will be wearing white stockings with pretty red ribbons crisscrossed around them.” “My limbs—” “I have seen your legs, Livy,” Charlotte said, “and aside from one being longer than the other, they look the same as mine. Besides, it will be so dark, no one will even notice.” “How are you going to get this costume past Lion’s scrutiny?” Olivia said. “Oh, he’ll be so busy yelling at me, he won’t even notice what you’re wearing,” Charlotte reassured her with a grin. “What are you wearing?” Olivia asked. “Wait and see.” Actually, once Charlotte saw herself in the mirror, she thought this time she might have gone too far. She looked like she was wearing a sheet she had grabbed after rising naked from a bed with her lover. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but not by much. The togas worn by the Elgin Marbles had not looked nearly so revealing.
