🌷 𝓘n which an MI6 Agent
during the 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒲𝒶𝓇 ends
up falling in love with a man
who is meant to be her enemy.
Started: 4th May 2024
Completed: ???
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╭──────────╮ 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 ╰──────────╯
Three days later, England, UK...
Once Dolly roused from her slumber when the golden light of the sun poured past her curtains and into her bedroom, she sauntered into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she was done, she went directly to her oak wardrobe to piece together a comfortable outfit to wear for her day at work.
Undressing from her olive green silk nightgown, she folded it up neatly and placed it into the woven washing basket just by her wardrobe, and opened a lower drawer containing her bras and underwear. She pulled on a clean pair of underwear and easily put on her bra, hooking the back and adjusting the thin straps to the right place on her shoulder blades.
Spotting a periwinkle tea dress in the mix of her other colourful dresses and blouses, she unhooked the pearly silk hanger and gently pulled it out to press the beautiful dress against her bra-clad chest. Walking barefoot across her carpeted floor to the vanity situated opposite her bed, she stood back at a distance to allow her to see her entire body in it.
Humming like a bird in quiet approval, she got into the dress with glossy white half-shank buttons. Yanking her arms through the sleeves caused her to inhale at the pain firing through her fractured ribs. Exhaling to ease her discomfort, she sat down in her vanity chair and began carefully styling her brown hair into victory rolls. She avoided staring at her noticeably bruised eye which was now a deeper shade of purple like the lupines in her back garden.
When she finished coiffing her hair, she clasped a string of pearls around the slender column of her neck. She couldn't do anything about her bruised eye, so Dolly merely put on some light makeup. She rose from her vanity when done and slipped on a pair of heels onto her feet, making her a tad taller.
Vacating her bedroom, her heels clicking against the floor, she descended the stairs to the first floor. Palm leaving the bannister, she turned and headed down the hallway to her simply decorated kitchen.
Dolly first grabbed a plate and mug from a cabinet and placed them on the smooth countertop. Then she filled the kettle with water from the tap and turned the stove on, setting it on the warming ring so the water would boil. Leaving the kettle, she procured a small bowl-shaped woven basket from the table and unlocked her backdoor. Tugging the door handle down, she yanked the door open and stepped out into her garden to pick strawberries she had grown long before the Cold War had begun.
Strawberries had been her favourite fruit since her father Amias had introduced them to her as a baby. It was one of the first solid foods she had eaten and come to love because of its juicy sweet taste. Red apples were a strong second. She particularly wasn't a fan of green apples though, she disliked their tangy sour flavour.
