She abruptly took off her dress and, standing in her chemise, reached under it and unfastened her corset, dropping it to the floor. Opening the package and shaking out the filmy fabric, she began to drape it from her shoulders, checking the fall of the cloth in the mirror. Then she laid out the fabric on the bed. The next evening, Tom, dressed in a smart new blazer, was seated with Alice and Hubert. Keziah entered in a corsetless, eggshell colored dress modeled after the French designer Paul Poiret. It fell in one unbroken line, skimming her hips loosely and ending just above the ankles. Alice paled. “You’re going out? In…in those… undergarments?”
Lynn Blackwell Denton, The Milliner (Philadelphia, Lynn Blackwell Denton, 2016), 28. Submitted by Lynn Blackwell Denton














