Beege Welborn

I can kind of feel for the poor girl at the beginning of the story. 

My birthday falls around the Ides of March, so one year - many decades ago - we held a Caesar at the Forum party. There were Egyptian kings, togas, of course, centurions - all sorts of really clever, period-appropriate, hand-made Roman-era outfits. 

One friend of my mother's had only told her teenage daughter it was a "costume" party, not the specifics, so she appeared in our doorway as Raggedy Anne. Poor thing liked to die, but no worries. 

We had plenty more sheets to whip up a quick fix.