Another morning.
Thirheria.
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Theodore had told her he'd be coming to see her again and this morning Adele found himself standing in front of the mirror, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Heather, her maid and confidante, helped her into a dress of soft lavender silk, the bodice adorned with delicate lace and tiny pearls that caught the light with every movement. The skirt flowed gracefully to the floor, the fabric swishing softly as she turned. Heather carefully braided a section of Adele's raven-black hair, leaving the rest to fall in gentle waves down her back.
It's been a few days since Theodore came to announce that she'd be courted by him and as they sat talking that day he'd promised to come again and take her out.