Extol of Agnatic Dreams (The Extol Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

proceed. Unfortunately, there was no script for how to deal with this. As if sent by angels, Viviana appeared at that moment and saved her from further embarrassments.
    “Come here Eva,” Viviana demanded, laying the dress to the side and being careful as she kept it clear of the tea.
    Although all three women were similar in ages, simple hierarchy had been established some time when Evangeline was ten. No one would dare believe the three girls were related by blood in any way. Viviana’s hair was the colour of dark straw and her body slightly plump. She had curves that both Evangeline and Teagan lacked. She came from strong stock and it showed in her facial features. A handsome woman some would say.
    Teagan was in the other direction. Large childlike eyes the colour of well-polished jade and small in stature, she weighed next to nothing and most of her clothes had to be altered simply to adjust for her frame. People called her simple and this also lead to Teagan often getting away with being inappropriate because of her high spirits. Her hair was the darkest, barely lighter than black although she claimed it as brown and the shortest of the three, easy to manage.
    Evangeline had the longest hair, the brown tresses falling in light waves down her back and took far too long to tame most mornings. She had seen many sunrises just to accommodate her hair but she refused to have it cut. Her hair was her favourite feature and when the sun found it, it looked like red gold. For all their differences, there was a universal sisterhood approach to the girls. They had grown up together, Viviana and Teagan daughters of faithful and devoted servants, little playmates for Evangeline within the safety of her home. They then became her ladies in waiting, but Evangeline counted on them as her best friends.
    Viviana was the older sister that Evangeline never had. Although she was seven months younger by birth, her natural no foolery attitude had graduated her from any other role. Teagan was clearly the baby and that made Evangeline the middle child in their group. Following the orders from her big sister, Evangeline finally found the excuse to leave her tea alone. It sat cold and untouched now, and there was no remorse for that decision. “Is that my dress?” she asked the obvious question.
    “It was very close in not being it,” Viviana said from under her breath. Without any communication, Viviana and Teagan undressed Evangeline and slid the dress into place without much of a fuss. They had been dressing her for years, and by now Evangeline was sure they could complete such transformations blindfolded. The dress was a dark forest green, form-fitting to her figure until the skirt fell from her hips to the ground. The sleeves were long, and the fabric was luxurious not only to look at but to experience. Evangeline was glad for the extra coverage until she spied a look at her chest. The line was rather low, displaying far more skin than she would usually be comfortable with. Was this the look of modesty and humble beginnings that made a good wife? She doubted it very much.
    Before she could state her opinion on the dress, a corset was added over the top that was more fashion than real use. Delicate pearl details that were distracting as well as beautiful matched the few discreet pearls that were added to the hemming of her dress. The corset was the colour of rich cream that faintly matched the lace she had been so concerned for this morning. Wondering if it was coincidence or design, Evangeline held herself as naturally as possible while Viviana tightened the laces. She never quite knew how it worked, but her friends pulled her in correctly until somehow her garments gave the illusion of having a womanlier figure than she had.
    “This seems exceedingly extravagant for travelling in,” Evangeline commented, finally free from their fussing hands to get her opinions out. She knew there was no talking them out of the dress designs. It was