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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 2:13 pm
Hi! This is my new story about two girls caught up in WWII. One girl (Adelaide) is the daughter of a German Nazi Commandant and has had a very protected life. The other girl(Orla) is a poor Jewish girl who once lived on the streets of Berlin until she was placed as a servant in Adelaide's home.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:33 am
Adelaide woke up to the sounds of the manor waking up around her. She could hear the gardeners already tending the gardens, the butler opening and closing the front doors as soldiers came and went, the cook cursing the scullery maid's lateness and rugs being beaten on the front lawn.
Freesia, Adelaide's personal maid came in and opened the curtains. Adelaide hid under the covers from the bright sunlight. Freesia pulled back the bedclothes and pulled Adelaide up.
"C'mon Miss Addi! It's a lovely day an' the birds are singin' and the sun is shinin'. Yer Father wants ter see you in the drawing room!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 1:18 pm
Freesia's last remark made Adelaide sit up straight in her bed. Freesia still went on,"And I 'ave picked out a charmin' outfit for ye today Miss Addi! Ye'll love it, I'm certain," And she went out again.
Adelaide sighed and got out of her bed. Hanging up on her screen was a lovely dress. It was the same green as her eyes and had matching gloves and a pair of black smart shoes lay on the floor beside it. There was a small shawl of a gossamer material and beige tights as well.
Adelaide sighed at the sight of a pale green corset lying among them, then went to the side of her bed, where a small glass bell lay. She rang it four times, and two ladie's maids came running. "Yes, ma'am?" they inquired at the same time.
"I need a little, erm, help, getting into this," Adelaide gestured to the dress. "The corset, you see...."
A few minutes later the maids were panting as they tightened the strings on the corset and Adelaide was even worse. Finally with everything on, she could hardly breathe. She looked at herself in the mirror. The effect was worth it. She looked stunning, even if she did say so herself. Her long blonde hair lay just right over her shoulders, cascading down the back of it too. With a deep breath, she set off down the marble staircase to the drawing room.
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