"Oh," Angelica said faintly, examining herself in the mirror once Cinna had added the finishing touches. She wasn't sure she recognized herself -- would anyone recognize her?

And would it be such a bad thing, she thought defiantly. She'd started off looking for home, and she'd found this instead.

She reached up to touch the ribbon in her hair, didn't quite dare examine the neckline, except to think that it must be just as it should, because she was certain that Cinna wouldn't steer her wrong. Cinna would know what was right for his gown.

"I'm not in a hurry at all," she said softly. And purely in the spirit of curiosity: "What are you going to make of me?"