Prudence was only halfway through what she was planning to do. Corsets were never worn inside a shirt and skirt, but she needed a safe pocket to keep the letter and what better place than a lady's personal pocket? She just hoped that Vincent would not suddenly decide that he needed to touch her. He had not till date and even now she hoped that did not happen till she finds time to burn the letter.
After Prudence tightened the corset, she slid the letter into one of the breast pockets that had formed.
When she picked her shirt back up, she heard the door of her room lock. She sucked in her breath as she tried to look through the small design in the wooden partition. It was hard to see who it was but was obviously a maid with the typical black and white dress. Prudence silently put on her shirt before the maid could call out to her. She had not expected Orson to send someone so fast. If they saw her wear a corset, then she would have to ask them to help her with a dress.
