In the wake of her shoving Tiffaney stood. It was tough to do as the lace and petticoat prevented her from standing cleanly. Finally on her feet she took two steps and was about to start ripping her dress apart when she saw the maids nearby.
"Quick, get me out of this thing." Hesitating for a moment the heir looked seriously at them, and the servants understood.
Three people came out two carrying a partition which they set up to hide from prying eyes. While one was ripping the dress off their lord the other removed her shoes. Quickly stuffed into pants, shirt, blouse and new boots, the speed was almost frightening. Even more outrageously despite the haste, the accoutrements and crest were perfectly aligned.
These maids were aware of everything minus the brand on her arm which was hidden with bandages and covered by her blouse.
Restyling her hair in a tight bun Tiffaney looked at the three maids and gave orders.
