Her room was brightly lit with many glowing candles. The dirty strip of fabric she had ripped from her underdress this morning, as well as her entire overdress, were missing. The washwater had been replaced, and was once again crystal clear, and the washtowel was clean, soft, and dry. The bed looked comfortable and welcoming, and the lateness of the hour finally made itself known to her.
She removed her improvised outfit and moved toward the wardrobe, not wishing for it too to go missing. However, when she opened the wardrobe, she was shocked by the sight that greeted her. While the wardrobe was not particularly large, it was full with bright, bold colors.
She dropped the underdress she had been wearing which suddenly seemed boring and dirty, and ran her hands gently across the dresses before her. Impulsively, she pulled a brilliant green one out to look at. It was simple, bodice pieced in six parts and skirt in two. The sleeves were long, but lacked the laces that indicated they were to be laced tightly to the skin. The neckline was wide, but high enough that none could call it improper. The subtlest of embroidery, just a few shades off from the dresses color, wrapped around the waist. In short, if not for the rich color and fine fabric, it would look unremarkable and normal. Holding it up against her, it looked as if it would fit perfectly.
Snow set it back in the wardrobe and cast her eye at the dozen or so dresses that filled it. How had anyone sown so many so quickly? It was impossible. Her eyes lit on the few drawers up the side. It seemed impossible that there was more, but then again, if one impossible thing was already done, is it so hard to think that another might be as well?
In the top drawer was the strangest corset Snow had ever seen, lighter, more flexible, and a few inches shorter than even the most casual design. Underneath it, and of the same smooth material, were shorts, except these were shorter even than what she had seen the farmers wearing during the harvest, and were clearly meant to be worn far more snugly on the skin. Her curiosity was piqued, but she returned them to the drawer and determined to experiment tomorrow.
The next drawers contents were of a far more immediate benefit, as it contained what could only be a nightdress in a cool lavender, though once again far lighter and softer than any she had seen. She donned it, and opened the remaining drawers. They were empty.
She considered the underdress she had worn today, and though she couldn't see herself wearing it, hung it up anyway. Better safe than sorry. With that, she blew out the candles, and slipped beneath the covers.