She ran, the tall grass lifting her light white dress, her dancing slippers almost sliding off her feet at each step. Her hair was undone and brushed away from her face by the wind. She felt free, but the reason of this evening escapade prevented her from enjoying this feeling. The letter in her hand felt heavy now, heavy with responsibility, with duty, with truth. How was she supposed to break the news? She had no notoriety, nor power. Were they going to listen to her? Her legs were starting to feel weak. Only God knew for how long she was running in this immense field, which seemed to never end. The sun was starting to get dangerously low. Her corset was making her uncomfortable, and this stupid dress was not of any help. If she were a man she wouldn't have to worry about this ridiculous attire, but that was for another time. A faint light appeared from the distance. Finally. She looked barely presentable with mud in her slippers and that crazy hair of hers. But it didn't matter. She knew what she had to do. '' Miss May Birdwhistle'' announced the butler. She took a deep breath and entered the room. Now all was in the hands of fate.
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