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 Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 4:43 pm
Eliza sighed, cuddling Heather closer to her chest. Her meeting with her affianced had gone...about as well as she could have hoped. Or at least, it hadn't been the worst it could have been. She hadn't been laughed at, anyway. However, she was far from reassured. The feeling was impossible to ignore - Edgar wasn't happy with their arrangement.
But that was a worry for another day. A new dress was due to arrive today from her sisters' favorite tailor, on her sisters' order, of course. They insisted that Eliza have new dresses to impress her soon-to-be inlaws. Not that she suspected that it would take more than her lineage to gain the favor of the present Lord Ashworth, and she could not help but wonder whether anything would catch the attention of the future Lord Ashworth.
Nevertheless, her sisters demanded that she look her very best. If she did not know how much their family's honor meant to them, Eliza would suspect them of treating her as a game.
Heather snuffled, tickling her cheek and making her smile. Just then, a footman knocked, announcing the arrival of the delivery. "Shall I show her in, Miss?"
"Yes." Best see what her sisters had ordered for her this time.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 5:29 pm
Camellia held the package firmly in one hand, a lovely dress that has been ordered a while ago... and in her other hand, she touched the small wooden totem she had found a while ago that she had been keeping in her skirt pocket. Anyhow, her Papa had been so busy with orders, he didn't want the delivery of the dress delayed a day more and sent her to take it to the estate, and she came by herself to personally bring it to the estate. She always liked how her father carefully folded their finer dresses and wrapped them so delicately... But she would soon have to learn that too, wouldn't she?
It was no matter. She was here for business, not wallowing in her own miseries. A wealthy baron's home, where she was escorted in by a footman, not too unusual for the sort of people her father sold goods to. "Thank you," she said as he allowed her into the estate, and it was with a smile she recognized Miss Winfield, a frequent customer. Well, at least their family and hers certainly had crossed paths a few times. "Miss Winfield," she called politely, "It's nice to see you again!" Camellia held the package in both hands now, letting the totem fall back into her skirt pocket.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 7:09 pm
Eliza's smile widened slightly at the sight of the girl - slightly younger than her, but a familiar and welcome sight. If there was anything that the young noblewoman admired in a woman, it was boldness and Camellia had it in spades. If nothing else, she was not afraid to speak her mind. More and more often lately, Elize envied her that.
"You as well, Camellia," she said. "Please. Come in. I should like to see what my sisters have dreampt up for me."
Accepting the package, she unwrapped it to reveal smooth, buttery material in a soft fawn with cranberry red accents. Eliza stood, though her full height was certainly not very impressive, to better admire the gown. She had to admit. She was impressed. It was a lovely thing that she would have chosen for herself. She held it up to herself and smoothed her hand over the skirt, making it flare about her legs. She glanced up through her lashes at Camellia, most of her attention still on the texture and shade of the fabric. "What do you think?"
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