The trip to Edgewood was long and miserable for Delaney. The cool spring temperatures had jumped to summer heat, making the air thick and humid. She had fit perfectly into the altered dress Ms. Bird and Ava had finished for her but as the heat made her sweat, even it had begun to chafe against her skin.
Her stomach rolled with the motion of the carriage and she had been forced to bring a bucket along with her for when she was sick or they never would have been able to make the trip. She clung to its rough wooden sides and prayed for an escape from this torture but it didn't come and there was nothing she could do.
Ms. Bird was traveling with her and the maid watched anxiously as her mistress grew pale and sicker. She stopped the carriage as often as she dared and made the younger woman get out and rest in the shade of a tree. Once Delaney was recovered as best as they could expect, they would get in the carriage and be on their way again.
