Elizabeth's eye's shot open as the last remnants of the dream faded. It disturbed her enough that she got up and taking the oil lamb on the bedside table went to her desk drawer. Yanking it open she pulled out all the constance to reveal a fake bottom. Lifting up the flap to the real bottom she spied what she really sought. The ancient coin necklace was covered with years worth of dust. Upon taking it out she admired it before slowly rubbing the dust off. Glancing up into the mirror above the desk she put the necklace on moments before a knock at the door. It was her father. Rushing to put on her robe that lay on the bed she knocked over a chair. She had the robe on and at the last minute thought about the necklace and fumbled with it until it disappeared into her nightgown.

Her father then strutted into the room with two maids who went about opening the windows. "I have a gift for you" her father said as another maid brought in a box. Her father took off the lid to reveal a gold and white floral pattern dress. "Oh! It's beautiful," she pulled it out to hold it to her for a better look. Then a thought came to her, "May I enquire as to the occasion?" she ask in a more serious tone. Her father smiled "does a father need a reason to dought upon his daughter?" She and the maids went over to the changing screen so they could help her put the new dress on. Her father interrupted her thoughts "actually I uh had hoped you would wear it for the ceremony today." She tossed her nightgown over the top of the screen "ceremony?" Her father nodded to himself "Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony." She stuck her head out from behind the screen "I knew it" then she was pulled back by a maid. "Commodore Norrington as he is about to become," her father went on but the rest of the sentence was lost because the maids were tightening the material around her chest, stomach, and waist. Her father asked how it was coming but she was to distracted to hear his actual words. "It's difficult to say" she replied as her father stuttered a moment before going on. "I'm told it's the latest fashion in London." She could have screamed if not for the laces the maids kept tightening and constricting her breathing. "Well women in London must have learned not to breath" she was able to gasp out. Just then a servant came in and announced to her father that there was someone to see him downstairs so he left.

The maids took forever to finish putting the dress on and then there was a little white hat to cover the top of her tightly put up hair. Finally she was ready to go downstairs to see her father and the visitor. "Elizabeth, you look absolutely stunning" her father called as she began to descend the stairs. She looked up for the floor at his comment to see him with her friend Will. He was staring at her and she smile and moved faster. "Will, it's so good to see you. I had a dream about you last night" she said when she reached his side. He fumbled for a moment his eyes wide in shock "about me?" He managed to get out. Her father chided her for the action. "Elizabeth, is that entirely proper for you to" but she interrupted. "About the day we met, do you remember?" Will's eyes lit up in remembrance, "How could I forget, Miss. Swann." She smiled at his use of formality. "Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?"

Will could have kicked himself for not remembering. "At least once more Miss Swann, as always." Her father sighed "there, see at least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now we really must be going" he said quickly and reached for the box that Will had brought. Will briefly looked but was drawn back to Elizabeth. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked at him and said coolly "good day Mr. Turner" as if they hardly knew each other. "Come along" her father called and she followed him out the door with a few of the servants. On the way out she heard Will exclaim "good day" and he stopped for a moment then nearly whispered "Elizabeth." No one heard him but her and she glanced back at him as the carriage pulled away from the manor. He watched as the carriage went down the drive and out of sight before sighing. It was back to work in the shop.