Masquerade Part 1


She sat at her vanity, listening to her dressing maid count away the stokes of the brush as she pulled it through her long dark hair. “… 93…..94…..95…..96……97…..98……99…..100.” The old woman set down the brush as looked through the mirror at her mistress. “Shall I braid it madam?”

Valery nodded, “Please Gurtrude.”

Gurtrude took her hair in her fingers masterfully. Slowlyy but surely, she twisted and pulled and braided her hair in a fantastic updo. “Your hair is done madam.”

Valery raised from her seat. “You are excused now.”

“Yes madam.” The old woman raised and walked hunchbacked out the room.

Valery gazed at herself in the mirror. Her corset was laced under her dress to the tightest. Her breathing came slow and shallow. Her bust showed, pushed just above the neckline of her blouse. Her skirts came low, 12 layers of fabric just barely sweeping the floor. She pulled out her late father’s pocket watch from her bust and checked the time, 7 pm. Two more hours.

– writingdilegently


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