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"Marie, it is time to be awoken," Bea wandered into the main bedroom, her voice enthusiastic. Her hair was already slicked into a bun and her outfit was plain but functional. The maid quickly opened the curtains, white light cascading onto Marie's bed and onto her face. Marie got up begrudgingly and had a small bath before Bea got her ready.
"Today, you have a ball, however it is earlier in the evening," Bea told her whilst brushing her hair gently. "It means you can wear your hair down and a less formal gown, but there is obviously still dancing," Bea explained, smiling as she got out a selection of ribbons from the drawer.
"Finally I can show off these French curls. My mother would kill me for them," Marie joked, smiling as Bea laughed. It was a joyous sound to Marie's ears, the French girl all too used to her mother's constant squabbling and nagging complaints.
"Do you think the mysterious man will be there?" Bea asked Marie, referring to the one Marie had a confrontation with the night prior. "I do not know," Marie thought aloud, watching Bea take the metal pipe off the fire and wrap it around her hair, the curls bouncing out into perfect shapes.
"I must say, Bea, curling hair is a fine talent you have. Better than any I have seen in France," Marie smiled, watching Bea blush as she accepted the compliment politely. "I believe the silk dress would be appropriate for today, it is not too informal, is it?" Marie asked unsure, but Bea shook her head in reassurance. "Nothing the Queen chooses for you would be informal Marie."
► Marie's hair
► Marie's dress
Marie had a few hours to spend before the mid-afternoon ball, so she ordered a painting gown to be sent to her house. A few moments later, Bea found a painting gown she could use in the mean-time, tying it over Marie's dress.It was a rough linen material which had previous colourful paint-stains on it.
Marie opened the curtains, letting light fill the drawing room before she set on making artwork. She placed the acrylic paints on a glass palette, mixing them with a palette knife before she sketched out a woman, letting the colours take her whichever way they suggested.
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