you made my rose bloom in a field of daisies (black lesbians)

chapter 2. Lovely Maids

I left the room wearing my purple dress that reached my feet. It was handmade by Mindy, the dressmaker. It was such a lovely dress, my  mother would surely approve of it on this day, April 6th, 1865. I had these beautiful pearls around my neck—pretty expensive if you asked my mother. And my husband. They would remind me of this daily.

"Farewell"

"Yes, Farewell" I say before quickly closing the door shut. Finally. It was being to become a chore whenever I saw him. It was a horrible thing to feel like I was having a one night stand with my husband. every day. But i guess this is what married women must experience.

We were on the 3rd floor, which was the highest room. I had to walk downstairs to be able to leave. As walking, I sometimes like to look at the pictures hung on the wall. They were Emerson when he was a child. He was so dashing and utterly beautiful. I know his mother is proud of him. When I reached the last step, I was greeted by Leena, The maid".

"Goodmorning, Mrs." She says, before bowing her head.

"Oh, please, just call me Ezra" I hated this feeling of being higher up. It didn't feel correct to me. My mother grew up in wealth so she has gotten use to it. But when will I?

She nods. Her brown hair getting in her face now and again. She was absolutely stunning. It was quite a surprise that she even chose this occupation. She could do something greater than this. I tell her this many times but she denies- I also tell her to use my first name but she always forgets to.

"Everything looks delicious" I gaze over to see the bacon and the sausages on the table.

She nods, seeming quite calm. I could feel her smiling at me. I felt my face turn hot by this feeling. It was weird, but simply ignored it.

"Would you like me to help you in a seat?"

"No, actually I was going to take something on the go. I'm suppose to be going over to Mindy Taylors"

"Oh I see, Well what shall I do? Would you like me to save this while you're away?"

It was a hard decision. I wanted to eat right away but I had to leave. Though I did lie about seeing Mindy at 10..Damn it!

"Actually, I could eat breakfast. But please don't tell Emerson I went to eat."

She looked smiled at me before nodding.

Mindy has been making my dresses ever since me and Emerson started dating. She of course made my wedding dress. Big and Beautiful, and white. I couldn't stop smiling that day. Not because of Emerson, but because of Mindy smiling at me while Emerson spoke his vows to me. Thinking of it made my heart flutter.

But that's how all girls feel about their dressmakers. right?