Madensky Square by Eva Ibbotson

“I woke in such a good mood this morning. There was a dress floating about in my head; almost ready, almost there. Cream silk, the skirt trimmed with tiers and tiers of rough cream lace and the bodice tuckered but unadorned except for a single rose.” So begins 36-year-old Susanna Weber’s diary and Eva Ibbotson’s…