Bellona wasn't certain what she had expected, but being the lake certainly was not it. As soon as Mr. Lytton said it, the witch had an image of herself simply dripping wet, one that was hard to shake even once he presented her with his (much more reasonable) vision.

Once she reopened her mind, though, Bellona could not help but marvel at the elegance of it. It was sedate enough that she would not appear to be trying too hard, while the charmwork was complex enough to draw eyes. Plus, the colour would look quite splendid with her complexion...

"Are you certain it's enough?" the witch asked, voicing her (admittedly small) uncertainty. "I do not mean to doubt you, of course, Mr. Lytton, only I do wish to be memorable, the best dressed in a sea—or rather, lake—of young ladies."