“She’d barely drifted off when Charity knocked on her door, opened it and poked her head inside. “Best get up. We have a lot to do before we get you into that dress.”
Ebba sat up and stretched. This would be a long day. She knew more people were arriving, but couldn’t remember who. Was it more relatives? Probably, but whom did they belong to – the Quinns, the Weavers or the Rileys? And she still didn’t know what Nellie Davis had been nattering on about. Brazen? She was about as brazen as a nun!
Well, no hope for it. She’d just have to get up, get ready and face the day. She’d find out when she found out.
She went to the washstand and started her morning routine. After she dressed and braided her hair, she wrapped the braids around her head and pinned them in place, then studied herself in the washstand’s small mirror. “Ebba Knudson, by tonight you’ll be Ebba Weaver.”
A sudden commotion downstairs caught her attention.
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