Life in the palace hasn't changed much now that Floretta has returned. Well, there is more screaming now that she's opening her mouth every few seconds. But she brings joy to my youngest son and I guess that's all that matters. I haven't asked her why she ran away and, frankly, I don't give a damn.
I wish there was some way Anastasia could be my daughter.
I saw Lady Anastasia wearing a feather in her hair the other day. It looked quite lovely. I ordered a whole year's worth of decorative hair feathers. And thank you for the suggestion of the twelve-foot panier, Edward.