The Historian

4

It was evening.

The day of the gala Father and I were attending tonight.

My, I'm so nervous.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath.

Faith asked, " Shall we begin?"

I replied, " Okay,"

She smiled clapping her hands and we walked toward the bathroom together so I can get ready.

After taking my bath, Faith started to brush my hair back and began to mosturize and add a few things to keep it fluffy and healthy.

I asked, " Whats that stuff your putting in my hair? It looks cool,"

She smiled replied, " A few herbal remedies that I made. It is very nice and gentle to the hair. I've used it for years, and my hair even though its coily, its very long and fluffy."

I said, " Wow, can you teach me to make some? Not just for hair?"

She smiled said, " Okay,"

I asked, " Are you considered my slave?"

She was quiet explained, " Yes technically. But your father doesn't agree with slavery. He treats all of us with kindness. Unlike other slave masters, he told us to just call him Our leader. He told me I'm not considered a slave, but a nice pretty helper."

I asked, " Oh. Is there a way I can stop slavery?"

She shrugged said, " I'm not sure. But I heard one woman I used to stay with before I got sold to your family, she changed her name to Harriet Tubman and she has been freeing a lot of slaves along with herself."

My eyes widened.

That's amazing!

I squealed, " That's amazing! I'd love to meet her! "

Faith laughed styling my hair said, " Its not that easy, she's free now so its going to be difficult to find her. But someday you'll see her,"

She squeaked, " Finished!"

I stared at myself.

My hair was curled, brushed, and tyed in a high fancy bun.

A few curled strands hung loosely to curtain my face.

I said, " Wow, it looks amazing,"

She smiled said, " I'm glad you like it, now lets get you dressed!"

We both stood up and walked back to my room so I can get dressed.

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After a few minutes, Faith came back with an outfit folded neatly in a basket she gently placed on my end table.

I stood waiting patiently while she arranged my outfit so it'll be easy to dress me with them.

Starting with the corst I took a deep breath.

It'll be my first time wearing one but other girls at school back at home, said they'll make my waist smaller and my hips more prominent.

And like- prettier.

The corset Faith chose was a pretty lacy white one.

She put it on and began to tie it as tight as she could.

Well- when I stopped her.