A Proper Woman

3

Sitting near the window with my little sewing bag near me, it was time to redesign some of my clothes. I had already finished a few at home, but I needed to get this done with.

My father always bought me long sleeved dresses which swept the floor. They were hot to wear and difficult to move around in. So I took it upon myself to change their style a bit.

Sewing class has only been the most useful to me and I loved it. Playing with the needle and thread, allowing my fingers to create something new out of some thing old.

I held up the dress I had just finished cut up. The sleeves were now shorter and I made the skirt a wrap around. I also made the chest area a bit more revealing.

My mother never approved of my designs and would always tell my father. So I had to hide every clothing item which I modified to my liking.

I was now on my third dress when the door open and closed. His lack of manners seriously getting to me as I nearly pricked my finger.

"If you're hungry, dinner has already been made," he said.

When I was living with my father, it was on very rare occasions I would eat dinner. According to him, I shouldn't eat to much as to keep my figure.

That habit had already been instilled into me from since the age of fourteen.

"I'm not. You can eat without me," I responded, not looking up from the dress. Grabbing the scissors, I began to cut around the collar just as I felt his hands rest on my back.

"I wasn't asking you, darling," he said, stressing on the darling. "So it would be best if you came downstairs for dinner and not make this an issue."

I let out a breath and then smiled. Placing my piece of work down, I got up and looked him in the eye. My lips twitching just a little bit as I walked to the door.

"Good girl." That little comment nearly set me off but I chose to ignore it. This would be my first night here and I was trying my best to not disrupt the peace of his home. It wasn't the time for that, yet.

When we arrived in the dining room, two bowls of pumpkin soup and a few slices of toast awaited us. I took my seat opposite to Omirion and watched him eat.

I looked down at my bowl and began to swirl the spoon in it. The steam rising up indicating that it was still hot.

"Stop playing with your food and eat it. You're no child," Omirion scolded me, while I tried to hide a smile.

"I'm sorry if I'm upsetting you but I have no appetite," I said in a sweet tone. I could see that he was getting angry but he managed to control it.

"Fine, you may leave." With that, I got up, curtsied and slowly strolled back to the bedroom. It was already dark outside and it was a bit chilly, so I closed the window.

Then I went into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. Maybe having a husband wouldn't be such a bad thing, once feelings don't get involved.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped the large towel around me and did everything else that needed to be done.

Then I walked back into the room and got dressed in a black satin nightie. Usually, I would sleep in lingerie since that was the only thing I had the freedom to choose, but I chose not to.

Putting off the lights, I crawled onto the bed and wrapped the comfortable sheets around me. The warmth spreading over me and helping my body to relax.

I was already fast asleep when I heard the door quietly opening. That was one of the things I hated about being a light sleeper. Any little sound could wake me up.

I heard every little thing Omirion did. From him removing his clothes, taking a shower, then coming back. I felt like peeking at him when he was putting his clothes on but decided against it.

He got onto the bed which made his side sink in. He didn't say a word to me, so maybe he assumes that I am sleeping.

I laid there for a while wondering what was going to happen next but was relieved when he began to snore. He must be exhausted from texting the entire day.

Closing my eyes, I went back to sleep. I wonder what tomorrow is going to have in store for me. I'll just hope it will be exciting and maybe I'll get to have a word or two with Anne.