I shoved it away just as Nell walked in. "Miss Josie, we must get you ready for dinner." She had a different gown draped over her arms.
Not one to complain, I nonetheless groaned internally. I had been sweating and uncomfortable all day.
"Your father is excited," she added with a smile. "You've made him so happy, Miss Josie."
At the mention of the kindly man, I guiltily dispelled my internal grumbling about the clothing. It wasn't right to stress the dying man out, not when I was the reason he was happy for the first time in a year. Still somewhat conflicted about whether or not I should tell him the truth, I stood and let Nell strap me back into the corset and a new gown before we headed downstairs to the formal dining room.