She put her hand on it for the tenth time that day and slowly caressed the folds and soft bulk. Tomorrow she would wear it. Having let that thought linger in her head for a few moments and savouring the idea of what else she would do in that dress and how she would look doing it, her practical side ran down the list of what else she needed to remember to put on and wear and carry and she reminded herself once again of where these items were put away.There was a trunk packed downstairs and her room had been stripped of those personal belongings she would not need tomorrow morning. It made her surroundings seem horribly bare and not a little frightening. She touched the brush and the small jewellery box that still stood on her table and pushed the book she was reading around a little and then decided she did not want to linger in her room—her old room—after all. Downstairs chores and more coloured drawings awaited, but Holly did not feel quite up to working either. To tell the truth, she did not like to even think about Dr McKenna at this moment.
