Waking to a cold bed was sad, but understandable. Tiffaney had always been unable to sleep and often read until she passed out. That was the main reason it was so hard to wake her most mornings. Instead of moping, she got up and undressed before opening her wardrobe. For a moment she was surprised until she realized what was added without her knowing.
Inside was a pair of dark black slacks, shiny shoes and a deep royal purple blouse. Tiffaney had already aligned the crest on the breast pocket of the blouse. Dressing herself, she looked into the mirror and was surprised at how much the sharp lines of the shirt and slacks, made her legs look slender. Silver filigree and tassels gave her a very noble look, and made clear she was a women dressing sharply, not like a man.
"Good to see you, young mistress Elizabeth. The young mistress Dyne asked me to escort you to your testing site this morning."
"Sir Octave…of course."
