Adeleine Winters - casually known as Adele, is a lady like never before.
Unlike most young women her age - raging for wealth and prestige; Adele seeks independence, and suffrage, which in society is considered merrily wishful thinking;
But Adele ha...
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I wake with a long yawn.
My arms and legs spread across the plush duvet as I stretch, releasing a grunt of satisfaction. It's difficult not to gawk at the gorgeous room when everything is so impeccably designed.
The walls are cream, though just as every other room I've seen here, traces of gold are frequent in the decor. My bed is impossibly large and draped in what I can only assume are the finest of linens, and needn't I forget this incredibly plush mattress.
My god.
Who knew this level of comfort existed?
And to think this is only the bedroom.
Beyond the double doors of my boudoir is a seating area appropriate for a few guests, and beautiful art work covers the ceilings. Not to mention that the view of the garden from the balcony is indescribable.
I could certainly get used to this...
I close my eyes again, reveling in the feel of the cloud-like mattress beneath me. Suddenly the bedroom door is flung open and two women dressed in help attire enter the room with gusto.
"Christ!"
Their smiles never falter despite my wide startled eyes and wild hair. They hurry to tidy each slightly imperfect perimeter of the room naturally.
As if they belong.
"Good morning Lady Adeleine, we hope we haven't disturbed you." One of them chimes happily.
I'm not sure what my face displays, but I'm positive obvious confusion and discomfort are the primary sources of its contortions.
"My apologies," I croak, sleep heavy on my voice. "Who are you?"
Their smiles broaden.
"Isabelle." A young blond haired girl with blue eyes gleams.
"And Edith, our apologies for startling you." A more mature lady with skillfully braided bronze hair smiles.
She walks towards the mattress and gives the cover a tug. "Onto your feet Lady Adeleine, we've been sent to prepare you for the days events."
So I can't sleep all day?
"Ugh..." I groan, throwing my head back into the sea of pillows and yanking the thick quilt over my face.
