"Common it has to fit" said my maid Amilia.
As she pulled the string of my corset, I felt her short heels pressing into my back.
“I’m going on a date with Victor not, well-“I felt a strong jerk at my waist.
“Well that’s much better” said Amelia as she tied the last strings to my corset.
I let go of my mahogany bed post, I rubbed my sweaty palms together.
I ran my hand along my waist, I admired it.
“I’m going on a picnic with him not to my wedding” I protested
“I know you love the attention Angelina” said Amelia stirring my lip balm.
I couldn’t have denied it. I twirled my black curls at the front of my head playfully.
“Come” said Amelia as she signaled me with her blue eyes to my dresser. I walked over my red velvet carpeting, the fibers tickled my feet. I sat down she lifted my black hair into a bun.
She asked “is this good enough.”
“Yes perfect “ I answered.
“Do you have any idea when my father will return form his journey?” I asked.
“No not at all” replied Amelia tightening her white sun bonnet. I exhaled sharply. Amelia rolled up her white cuffs and picked up my powder can.
“Fold your lips” she requested
I close my eyes and folded my lips, I felt the cool powder shimmer down onto my nose and cheeks.
I opened my eyes just to see her struggle to dust the powder form of her black dress.
“Let me help you” I offered. As I began to ruffle and dust it.
“You do not help the help” said a stern voice.
Footsteps neared. I dropped my hands and watched as my mother emerge from the dark hallway her black hair piled high on top her head her face firm as if ageless. Her black and white turtle neck dress shimmered with every step.
It dragged over my velvet carpeting as if it as fields of blood. She shot Amelia a look of vengeance.
She snarled “leave us”
Amelia bent her head in embarrassment, curtsied and left in silents. My mother’s deadly eyes trailed her on as she left the room. A few seconds after the door clicked shut my mother began her never ending lecture.
“How many times-“she began
“But mother-“I protested
“Don’t you dare interrupt me!” she shouted.
She walked behind me and with her cold hands she gently twirled me around. I looked into my gargoyle brass mirror; she placed her neck to mine and pasted our cheeks together.
“You know Angelina you and I have a lot in common” she said taking a deep breath.
She raised herself up and walked around me slowly.
“You might ask me what is it” she said she tugged the white lace on her neck.
“That goo for nothing Amelia can’t even sew on lace properly” she snapped.
“I see you are preparing for your date with Victor” she said
“Yes” I said smiling
“Then I will leave you to the hands of that stupid girl” she said walking out.
