Camilla seemed to have just as many ideas about this trick dress as she did for a typical Lytton customer. Juliana smiled. They'd have to refine the ideas somewhat, of course. A stain didn't seem quite ruinous enough, unless they could somehow make it appear at the worst possible moment (or perhaps in the worst possible place? — Jules was reminded briefly of the blood she'd seen on her own gown in the garden in February, before she'd fainted). Having her breasts out, on the other hand, might have been a step too far; Juliana was far from kind but she also didn't want this mysterious woman ostracized from society forever for having written a few threatening letters. Well, maybe she did, actually — but if she went about with her bosoms out something else might happen to her, something more insidious, and Juliana didn't want that.

"We can certainly figure something out," she said warmly. "Thank you, Camilla. I don't know what I would do without a friend like you."