Gabrielle Zevin

“Are you going to be able to come to the party tonight?” Embeth asked.
“Yes,” Margarita said. “Of course I am, Ms Levin. I would not miss it! I sewed my dress myself. It is a red corset on the top and a black hoop skirt on the bottom, and I will wear small black lace gloves without fingertips, and my hair up, pulled black tight, and a small veil over my face. It will be so dramatic.”
“Sound it,” Embeth said. ”You can wear it again to my funeral”
“Do not be morbid, Ms. Levin. The dress is very festive.”