In the next room, Hermione was being dressed at the same time, though the result took on a very different character from Esther's.
Where Esther had been wrapped in softness and light, Hermione was given depth. Her gown was a richer, deeper red, the kind of shade that darkened into wine in the folds and brightened where the silk caught the light. It was every bit as beautiful as Esther's, just made in a different spirit. Esther's dress suited sweetness. Hermione's suited pride.
She noticed that immediately.
