Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2020 13:04:57 GMT -7
December 2013
Mavis knew she was beautiful, and the elegant princess gown that she wore, with her hair and make up perfect only accentuated her natural half veela charm. Still, her mother stood miles above her, everyone was gawking at her. The man she called father stood by the beauty with pride. She was his, and everyone knew it. She was uncomfortable, but couldn’t show it. Man she wished she could go back to school. The elegantly decorated ballroom was a normal site for the young teen. She wished she could twirl her hair...but it was all pulled tightly into a bun. There were a number of pins and clips in it exhibiting expensive jewels. As customary, she wore gloves as well. She stood where she was told to stay with grace and nobility. No one spoke to her, but she heard the conversations floating in the air. It was all the same frivolousness.
It didn’t take long for an entitled young man walked up to her father, asking her permission to ask her to dance. Like she couldn’t decide for herself. He said yes...of course. She knew that this young man was high on the “rich and famous” food chain. If it worked out, and they got together, the man would be well compensated. The young man walked over to her and took her hand. Entitled jurk. But like a good girl, she went with him to the dance floor. They danced uncomfortably close to each other and he whispered again and again about how she caught his eye, and that he couldn’t seem to look away. Everything about her beauty. She wished she could roll her eyes, but that was not “lady like”. He didn’t even know her name. This was the price of beauty.
What did he think he was doing with his hand?!
