A perfect life according to Adela, is by living the simple life of a commoner. That includes having the family she calls "home", the education she needs, the food to eat, a roof over head to stay and the affectionate love from her lover, Damian.
But...
As I hear the rooster's call, my eyes open alertly. I rose from my bed and saw the sunrise peeking through my window, which made me smile brightly.
I got off the bed and brushed my mahogany curls. I then put some powder on my then already rosey cheeks.
After that, I started picking a rose petal from my cupboard and drop it in a bowl of water. I then grab my lip brush to the damped petal and apply its pigment to my pale lips.
After pampering myself, I went to my closet and began picking my dress for today. It took a while for me to decide, but I settled with a rose colored off-shoulder dress with ruffles.
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After that, I went to the mirror to look at myself before I leave my room. I smile at the reflection that I'm seeing.
I do appreciate my beauty, the gods have given me this face, so I appreciate it very well.
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Then I took my lace ribbon and let my mouth hold it. Then I parted my hair into half and braided each side.
I grab the ribbon and tied it to my hair. And with that, I'm ready to face the day.
I get out of my room to see my father wearing his favorite apron, cooking our hearty breakfast. "Good morning father." I cheerfully greeted which got his attention.
I approached him and saw that he was cooking eggs with parsley, my favorite. "Good morning sweetheart, how was your slumber?" he asked while cooking the eggs.
"Wonderful" I replied with my bright smile. "And I'm even in a more wonderful mood because of your cooking," I added while smelling through the pan. "Too bad my brothers aren't here to smell this wonderful dish father made!" I yell loudly hoping that it echoes to my brothers who are still probably in their beds dreaming of dreams only men dream.
