"Miss Wilson, I want you to dress in this and get ready as soon as possible." Mr. Atticus said to me, walking inside my cabin without knocking on the door. I raised my eyebrows at him, looking at him with confusion.
"I am sorry? You want me to get ready in this dress and not work for you?" I asked him and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"This is work, Miss Wilson. I need you to get ready. We have a party to attend." He said and I took the parcel from his hand with a look of uncertainty in my eyes and he walked out of the cabin, leaving me alone with the dress in the parcel.
Much to my astonishment, the dress was beautiful. It was white in color, no laces, no embroidery, nothing. It was simple, plain and elegant. I walked in the restroom and got changed into the dress. I pul
