The bed was much more comfortable than Sylvia wanted to admit. That's probably why she refused to get out of bed, or perhaps the terrible fucking headache that had her head throbbing in pain is why Sylvia wanted to sleep forever. The hangover hit her like a well-thrown punch when she finally woke up.
Sylvia was sure she got a cold because after throwing up everything in her stomach, her nose wheezed each time she sniffed.
She pressed her hands against the wall as Polly tightened the corset around her waist. "Jesus, Polly–" Sylvia gasped against the discomfort. She hadn't worn a corset in quite some time and Polly's smaller than Sylvette is, so it's extremely tight.
"You wanted to be done up and I'm doin' that, now shut up," Polly snapped at Sylvia in a way that the younger woman knew she wasn't scolding maliciously.
Sylvia agreed, "Yes ma'am." Once Polly was done with the corset, she helped Sylvia pull the dress over her head. "Thank you, Pol." The dark-haired woman nodded.
"Alright now, just tell them to take you to The Chalamet, there's a carriage out front." This confused Sylvia, she was used to cars. Slyvia mumbles the name under her breath, not wanting to forget it. She tried to remember the last time she has traveled via carriage and struggled to.
But against her nervousness, she agreed, "The Chalamet?" Polly gave Syliva a quick nod, "He said you'd be taking me." She didn't find the idea of traveling alone very appealing but Polly just rolled her eyes.
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