I look down at myself. "Yeah, Paula sent it up to me. Why? Is it ugly? I can't always tell with expensive clothes."

"No, it's beautiful, it's just…" He bites his lip and stops himself. "I'll see you at dinner." He closes the door behind him.

Suddenly I feel that I'm not meant to be wearing this dress, that wearing it might send someone a message of some kind. I don't understand the high class variety of court intrigue. I was never meant for this kind of world because little things like this go over my head.

The clock in the bedroom chimes. It's five, time for dinner. I can't...