Lady Gregory adjusted her broach, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. A second knock on the door frustrated her, and glanced over her shoulder and mumbled, “I’m coming.”

She took one last look at herself.

“Let’s hope this one’s better than the last three.” She made her way across the room and turned into the hallway toward the front door. She did not rush, but walked at her normal place.