“It must be kept simple,” the Duchess of Gordon stressed. “White is most flattering for Lady Georgina because of her lovely coloring,” Madame Chloe said truthfully. “Yes, I quite agree. Some of the other debutantes, one in particular who shall remain nameless, will look gauche and washed out in a plain white gown.” Before her mother divulged she was speaking about the Duchess of Devonshire’s daughter, Georgina said, “I would prefer a little decoration . . . perhaps a lace edging around the sleeves and a white rose at the high waistline, beneath my breasts.” “Ah yes,” her mother agreed, “a flower just coming into bloom.” Georgina’s eyes sparkled with mirth, but she managed to keep from laughing out loud. “How soon can the gown be ready, Madame Chloe?” “I have orders for so many court gowns,” the modiste said vaguely. “But surely you will put the Gordons at the head of your list?” “Mother, there is lots of time.” “Indeed there is not. You are to have your portrait painted in the gown before you are presented to Queen Charlotte.
