Part 8

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I woke to the usual sounds of bird song as they fluttered back and forth in the bright sun, the moment I knew of the day my smile grew so wide. I bolted out my bed and into my bathroom, I ran myself a hot steaming bath. Once the water was high enough I turned off the taps and climbed in, I grabbed my soap and scrubbed myself making sure every inch of me was heavily scrubbed. I hummed as I did making sure to get my every crack and crevice. Once finished I jumped from the bath and wrapped a towel around myself. I dried myself off and changed for the day ahead

I took my stockings and pulled them up to my thighs, I took my bloomers and pulled them up to my waist buttoning them up tight, I took my underdress and slipped it over my shoulders tugging it down to my ankles, I took a pair of black boots and laced them all the way up. I took my corset still laced from yesterday and clipped it on having to breathe in a little to do the last few up but it meant I didn't need someone to lace my corset for me, I walked down my wardrobe and ran my hand across the rail of dresses. I picked out my cutest little lilac dress with black lace and thrills, I pulled it out and slipped it on giving it a good adjustment to let the built-in crinoline sit as it should. I did up the few buttons It needed. I moved myself to my vanity, I sat on the chair and looked at my reflection, I brushed my hair and pinned it back. I did some very minimal make-up to match my dress and I adjusted my ribbon to make sure the bow sat as it should. 

Once finished I gathered my bag and added all my invitations to my bag before I went to the dining room where my father sat with his breakfast. I took my seat and sipped some orange juice.

"You look very pretty this morning, my sweet"

"Well, we are dropping off invitations today, I thought I should look my best" I smiled as my breakfast arrived just some toast and jam, "Thank you," I smiled to her,

"Good girl, yes we will go and drop them off after breakfast." He nodded as he ate,

I smiled so very excited as I ate my toast and jam. 

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