EDIT 3/25/2021: This story is available to download HERE!
Hannah shifted on the window seat and looked up from her novel. She breathed fog on the glass of her bedroom window to obscure the beautiful sunny day outside. She drew a little heart with a crack in it.
“I shall never be free until I break out of this gilded cage.”
There was a light knock at the door. “Shall we leave for our morning walk, my love?” her mother’s voice sounded.
Hannah scurried off the window seat and began pulling on her spencer, bonnet and half-boots. “I’m coming, Mother!” she called.
As her fingers tripped over the knots of her boots, in her mind she became a maid in the frigid servants’ quarters that she had sneaked into once as a little girl. She had been awakened rudely at the crack of dawn to light the fires and needed to hurry to prepare herself to serve her wicked employer. Her maid daydream flickered as she buttoned the peach satin-covered buttons at the front of her spencer. It really was a fine one—it had been part of her birthday present from her father, who said that she looked beautiful in the color no matter how vehemently she tried to deny it.
She glanced up in the mirror as she tied her bonnet, and had to admit that her father was right. Peach was fetching on her. She looked as fresh and healthy as springtime, and knew that her glow would only be brighter as she strolled beside the gardens’ new blooms with her mother. It was almost too pretty a picture to bear. She groaned inwardly.
“Nothing exciting ever happens to me,” she muttered, and flounced out of the door with a sigh.
“There you are,” her mother said as she came down the stairs. “Are you ready? Mr. Green has just told me that our hydrangeas have begun to blossom.”
“Of course,” Hannah replied sweetly. “That sounds lovely.” In her mind, however, she wished a violent death by fire to their insufferably perfect gardens—the hydrangeas would be the first ones to go.
***TO BE CONTINUED***
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