“Your compassion is endless, Lady Gwendolyn. I meant no insult.”

“Oh stop it,” she muttered. “You didn’t insult me. Just give me a minute and I’ll change.”

Once inside the bathing chamber, Gwen removed the pants Anna had made for her to exercise in. They weren’t as tight fitting as her capris, but they were comfortable and suited their purpose.

Of course, Anna hadn’t been happy when she noticed Gwen folded the hem halfway up her calves. And she had a complete fit when she noticed Gwen also rolled the waistband over. Apparently, it wasn’t appropriate to show the outline of one’s bottom and legs. But breasts were an entirely different story.

Every dress she had now fit so tight across her chest, no wonder Anna scoffed at making her a bra to wear beneath. There was no room. Still, Anna did make her some bikini-style panties and a few bra-like undergarments too. And they fit perfectly. Some were fashioned in the shape of a halter that tied behind her neck and back. While the others were just a plain wide band she could wrap around her chest and tie wherever.

Removing the rest of her clothing, Gwen hung Greylen’s shirt on the same hook as her robe. Even though she had her own now, it was Greylen’s that she chose to wear.

She left the rest of her exercise clothes on the chest of drawers next to the door. She’d use them later, after Gavin made her beg him to go jogging. She knew that he secretly enjoyed the days she waited until he was able to join her, but he definitely took pleasure in making her grovel. She didn’t mind, though. He was a great runner and pushed her further than she ever imagined. Plus, she enjoyed her time with him more than anything.

Gwen grabbed one of her favorite day dresses from the drawer in the chest. It was the one concession that Anna had given easily, allowing her to keep most of her clothes in here. It was more convenient than using the bureau in her room, as this was where she changed. Someone was always in her room, and she preferred it that way. Besides, her bureau was filled with beautiful gowns and things that she didn’t know if she’d ever use. Things, for that matter, she didn’t know if she’d ever figure out what in the hell they were.

The dress she chose today was deep green and much like the one she’d worn of Isabelle’s until her own wardrobe had been finished. It had three-quarter-length sleeves and a low, scooped neckline that stretched tightly across her chest. It cinched at the waist, then gave gradually to the floor-length hem. She enjoyed wearing these dresses each day. They made her feel feminine despite her narrow frame.