(yes this chapter is SUPER short, but i'm writting this story in short-prose style)
(to the right is Evelyn's mother, Donatella)
Donatella was the most beautiful name in the world. I loved saying it; I loved the way it flowed off my tongue. It was the name of my mother. It was the name of grace, of simplicity and of beauty. My mother was a cherub on Earth. She was tender and kind; who only looked out for the deeds of others, while feeling less concerned about herself. She was perhaps the only female I was close to. My mother had taught me everything, and even encouraged my tomboyish acts at times.
My mother was a graceful beauty, and caught the eye of more men than just my father. She told me that Father named me after her gentle elegance. Evelyn. He said it was a reflection of her grace, since I was often called her mirror.
Our hair was a light strawberry blonde and our eyes were a misty gray. My hair was just darker than hers by a shade. But her skin was pale, a white of deep and mingling snow off of just bare ash trees. My skin was dark- tanned from so much sun exposure, and freckled. I envied her skin with such admiration; the way she faired in such beautiful colors. Red and green were especially the colors she stood out in.
I held up her dresses one time in front of my body, pretending I was wearing them. Mother smiled in amusement, promising her linens, dresses and other fabrics would all be mine one day . . . but when I looked in the mirror, I frowned in dismay. I looked horrible. I looked like a potato wrapped in red velvet.
I quickly put the dress down, for I would never be as radiant as my mother.
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Dearest Evelyn
Historical FictionA young girl feels her life is expected to be proper, but-with her three best guy friends, her first and only best female friend, her parents and the wide open call to youthful adventure, Evelyn sees things different. As she matures and ages, Evelyn...
