Something Immortal

☤Chapter 6☤Teasing and Impulsiveness☤

You dreaded coming back to the Joestar mansion. You knew that the second you would arrive that you wouldn't have a second to spare. Your mood was totally ruined, instead of feeling happy from the fair you ended up only feeling gloomy. A rumble of thunder could be heard from outside the carriage. Great. A storm was here too.

Normally you loved the storm and rain, the smell of the wet grass gave you a calm feeling, but right now, it only worsened your mood. As you approached the mansion, you saw the servants running around with various props and utensils.

This wasn't like those big parties where you were meant to have fun. No. This was supposed to be a formal party with the most powerful men in London so they could talk business. And you were one of the businesses. Nothing more than a vessel your father could use to get farther. Arranged marriage. Your father frequented very well known men. And of course, those men had children. And if any of them were well suited then he would make everything in his power to make you their wife.

It pained you greatly. But it wasn't because you couldn't marry because of love. You didn't really believe in it since you never saw it. Your parents didn't wed because they were made for each other, but because she was a noblewoman and his business started to take off.

The true reason was that you wanted to have the freedom to choose. To choose who you wanted to be happy with. But that decision was taken away from you. So no matter how big the house will be, no matter how many gifts you would receive, if you weren't with someone you cared for, you would be in a cold, foreign home which wouldn't be yours.

As soon as the carriage stopped, the door opened and you were carried by the butlers, one of them held you so your dress wouldn't get stains and the other held an umbrella above your head.

You were carried all the way to your room, more specifically, your bathroom. Three maids were already waiting there for you. The bath was already filled with hot herbal water. They removed your clothing, leaving you bare.

Goosebumps appeared onto your skin as your whole body shook from the different temperatures. They washed your scalp, rubbing in the different oils and shampoos. By the time they were done, you smelled like a garden full of flowers.

They dried you off and dragged you back to your room. They put up the room divider and put you up onto a platform. They started with your underwear, long, white, lace knickers with frills on the bottom, and a frilly undershirt. While one maid dressed you, the other started with your hair. She braided, curled, made buns, if you were honest, you had no idea what she was doing with your hair.

And then there was the third maid. She took care of your makeup. They couldn't do anything too extravagant, you had to look "natural". She hid any blemishes or "flaws" in her opinion with face powder, put on rouge to make your cheeks pinker, stained your lips with pigments from red fruits. She made your eyebrows more noticeable and sprayed your neck with some perfume.

You almost choked when they put on a corset onto your ribs. They tied it as tight as possible, pushing your bust up. You held your chest as you caught your breath. They attached the crinoline to your waist before it was time for the skirts.

There were so many layers, it got heavier and heavier. Each in a different tone of red. While some were simple, others had complicated flower patterns on them. They helped you into your bodice, which thankfully didn't have long sleeves and a long neck so you wouldn't die of heatstroke. But the cleavage was way more down than to your liking.

They wrapped a scarlet red bow on your neck. They added small details into your hair and for jewelry, they decided with modest red gems in gold. They lifted you off of the platform onto shoes with a little heel.