Quince Pettigrew had finally been given a key to the small wardrobe in her room, and it filled her with dread. Each of the siblings had one. Much like her mother and father. And their mamas and papas too. Quince turned the porcelain key and unlocked the door. Opening it, she saw delicate white lace covering a hung item. A stone grew in her throat at the sight of the folded skin. This was her lady body. At several points in a Pettigrew’s life, a new body will appear. Without s