~The Account of Hazel~
When I woke up, I was in soft fabric, and my hair fell in my face. My eyes popped open the moment I remembered what had happened the previous night.
I was in a light colored room, and beautiful morning light shone through the windows.
I heard rustling, and sat up immediately. A woman dressed in a white and blue-pinstripe dress, was setting out a light pink dress and was moving quickly, setting up.
She turned around and noticed that I was awake.
"Youre awake ma'm, you have need requested for breakfast downstairs. Would you like me to assist you to get ready?"
"If you please," I pleaded, knowing I couldn't do I myself.
I was stripped out of my nightgown, and a loose tank-top shirt and bloomers replaced it. I was then placed into another corset, this one thankfully allowing me to breathe much better than the one I was wearing previously. Then another thin dress was placed over what was put on. And finally the light pink dress came on.
The light pink dress had a similar waistline to the blue dress, it came above my waist, and it too had a scooping neckline. This time however, instead of poofy sleeves they were plain, which I liked much better.
I then had to put on stockings, and another set of dainty little shoes that hardly fit my feet.
The maid then had me sit down at a happy little vanity, while she did my hair.
She pulled back my brown locks into a loose bun on the back of my head, and placed a little white flower in it. She then put some white powder on my face, which surprisingly matched my skin tone, but I was pale so the white powder fit perfectly. She then brushed some kohl onto my lashes to accentuate my eyes, and had me pinch my cheeks to give a healthy completion.
"There you go ma'm, they are waiting for you in the dining room."
I nodded and thanked her for her help, and made my way downstairs. I felt almost pretty, but with the clothes I usually wore (like sweaters) I felt almost naked with the open neckline.
I walked into the dining room, and three men stood, one of them was Grey, and the others I did not recognize.
"Hazel," said Grey " I hope you slept well."
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The Companions of Time
General FictionYou must not question the story you are about to read. That is if you are courageous enough to in fact read it. It has been pieced together through diary entries, court cases, and the memories of a mad man. It was cast off as the babbling of oral tr...
