The Girl with the Silver Bangle

‘Morning. I hear we have important visitors arriving soon, so what can I do to help?’

‘Nice to see someone so bright and breezy,’ Scarlett murmured, looking up from the floor where she was kneeling beside her canvas. ‘If you could just pass me that brush,’ she added, gesturing to the desk. But as Daisy turned to do so, she heard her gasp.

‘Heavens, Daisy, what on earth have you got down the back of your skirt?’