She walked out of my wardrobe holding a simple peplum blouse in pale blue. It had long puffy sleeves and a delicate voile outer layer over a silk lining underneath. She gestured for me to swap tops and I did so with minimal protest, pulling the baby blue over my head and waiting while she tied the thin ribbon bow at the back of my neck.
"Are your eyes happy now that I am dressed like you?" I raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the soft neckline sitting lower than I was used to.
"Much better." She stuck her tongue out at me. "Come on. It is nearly time."
We made our way downstairs and into the noise of the packhouse. Women were moving quickly in every direction, checking themselves and each other, the energy in the hallways sharp and buzzing with a particular kind of nervous excitement that I did not entirely share.
"I do not know if I can even eat breakfast," Molly murmured beside me. "I am too nervous."
I laughed. "You must be serious if you are skipping muffin day."
