Angelique jerked awake, blindly scrambling back against the headboard, thinking for a moment she was still aboard ship. Rubbing her eyes, she focused to see Baba’s animated face and hear her struggling with her limited French.<br/><br/>“Dress, dinner?” she blinked in confusion, her gaze lit on the beautiful silk gown of deep rose. Rising she smiled, picked up the gown and held it up against her body. Her eyes bright with pleasure until she looked at her face.<br/><br/>Draping the gown over the chair she looked up at Baba, “Bath?” she asked, using hand motions to convey her need to bathe. She knew bathed and dressed in that gown with her hair upswept she would look almost as beautiful as the princess would.<br/>