Chapter 8: Modiste

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After last nights let's say disaster, I haven't had a wink of sleep. The agonising, torturous feeling of losing something you held most dear to you is a curse. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, something is missing on my neck.
"Cecilia?" Valentina says in a worried manor.
"Sorry, yes?" I say.
"I've been calling you for some time now, is everything ok?" She questions.
"Of course, just adjusting to the change of scenery," I laugh.
"Mother says you should get dressed, after breakfast you will never guess where we are going!" Valentina says excited.
"Where?" I reply.
"The Modiste!" She shrieks so loud my ears were ringing.
"The Mod-what?" I say confused about what exactly she was saying.
"The Modiste? Gown maker?" Valentina says.
"Still never heard of one.."
"Don't worry you will today!" She says.

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After Breakfast
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"Ensure that the girls will be back by tea, and here is a cheque for any of their expenses," Richard whispers to our chaperon.

Is this a fairy tale?
"Come along now," Valentina says leading me to the Carriage.
We both take a seat opposite one another.
My heart was racing. This can't be real!
The whole carriage ride was just laughter and chaos.
"..and you will never believe what happened next-" Valentina was interrupted.
"We have arrived,"
A screeching squeal was released by the awfully enthusiastic girl opposite me. (Valentina)
"Is this really a big deal?" I Mutter.
"Only the biggest deal ever!" She replied.
I stepped out the carriage and glanced up.
It was a palace of its own. Magnificent gowns and pumps all lined up in the rear windows of the boutique. I've never been to a place like this

It's a young lady's dream...

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⏰ Last updated: May 09, 2022 ⏰

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