"I ain't worn a dress in ages." Sadie complains in a sharp whisper, her strong Southern accent cutting through the anger of her tone.

Finally, the day has come to see that bastard Colm O'driscoll to hang and Sadie is more fussed if she looks pretty in a dress or not. Sadie looks fine, but she won't let you tell her that.

"Ugh, let's just get this hanging over and done with so I can get out of this darn thing." Sadie mutters under her breath, her eyes drawn on the itchy material and the tight corset suffocating her.