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Post by Sorcha on Feb 8, 2008 19:56:55 GMT -5
"But...but why? Why would I want to? Why do you want me to?"
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Post by Micaela on Feb 8, 2008 19:59:02 GMT -5
*But she was rustling around in her closet.*
"FOUND IT!" *She cried triumphantly, holding out a silvery-white, simple, Greek-style chiton.* "I was Aphrodite, but it was long on me and I was thinner then, and you'll make a fine picture as Helen of Troy."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 8, 2008 20:04:25 GMT -5
*Sorcha was backing towards the door.*
"I...I can't..." *she whispered pitifully.*
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Post by Micaela on Feb 9, 2008 8:56:55 GMT -5
*Okay, so Micaela was a little tipsy from dinner and kind of doing this for herself, too. Marianne, if Micaela hadn't pushed her off a convenient cliff by the time of the ball, didn't only have her eye on the de Winter heir. She wanted the de Winter jewelry, and had been pestering Liam to get it for her costume for days. Liam had informed Micaela, but Micaela didn't for one second trust Marianne to stop with a 'no'. She had a maid that Micaela had seen sneaking about the east wing. Marianne was in the north wing. Furthermore, she'd constantly exclaimed over and asked to see one of the more famous de Winter tiaras: a masterfully crafted white-gold and pearl piece that, in Micaela's opinion, would look far better on Sorcha anyway and went fabulously with the Helen dress.*
*She laid the dress down over the ottoman and walked over to take Sorcha's hand in a motherly fashion.*
"Sorcha, there's nothing to be afraid of. Haven't you ever wanted to play Cinderella?" *There wasn't anything to suggest that she thought of Sorcha as a mere maid in her tone or her eyes. She looked at Sorcha with a warm affection one would expect her to look on a niece or the daughter of a close friend with.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 9, 2008 12:28:15 GMT -5
"With all due respect, Missus de Winter...Cinderella was just helpless enough t'have everythin' done fer her.. I dinnae think t'wee Folk are goin' t'bother with a capable workin' girl."
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Post by Micaela on Feb 9, 2008 12:33:38 GMT -5
"Metaphorically. I'm sure you're perfectly capable of quite a few things, including rupturing my son's inexorable equanimity and turning him into a jealous teenage male... but capable dressing yourself up for a ball you are not. And I am. At least try the dress on, for my sake."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 9, 2008 12:38:47 GMT -5
*Sorcha turned bright red at the mention of Liam.*
"Please...don't tell my Mother...or him...anything...about...anything," *she said shakily, uncertain of what she wanted Mrs de Winter to do, exactly.*
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Post by Micaela on Feb 9, 2008 12:40:01 GMT -5
"I don't intend on it, leannán. Now try the dress on." *She pointed at it.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 9, 2008 12:52:12 GMT -5
*Sorcha silently went behind a screen and took off her blue workdress, replacing it with the chiton, biting her lip with purely feminine pleasure in the silky, fine fabric. It was like nothing she'd ever worn before.*
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Post by Micaela on Feb 9, 2008 12:54:24 GMT -5
*Micaela gasped a little when she came out from behind the screen.*
"Wow." *She blinked.* "That does it. You're coming. No questions." And Liam is being Paris... I knew this would work.
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 9, 2008 13:05:14 GMT -5
*Sorcha's face was nearly purple with self-awareness, but the gauzy dress hung in lovely lines from her slim young shoulders, flaring slightly at her hips. The fabric shimmered like a creamy pearl and brought out the alabaster tone of the smooth, soft skin of her throat and bare arms, and above it all the red-gold fire of her hair curled across her shoulders and spilled down her back in a mass of soft, wild curls.*
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Post by Micaela on Feb 9, 2008 13:07:45 GMT -5
"Oh don't look so shocked, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't know you could pull it off..." *In a flash, she had tamed Sorcha's hair down a little and gathered it into a knot at the back of her head, letting some curls fall out artfully, and placed the famous tiara on top of her head. She stepped back to admire her work and physically turned Sorcha around.* "Take a look."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 9, 2008 13:13:27 GMT -5
*Sorcha bit back a yelp as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.*
"I will nae need a mask, Missus de Winter! Me own Mam wouldn't recognize me!"
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Post by Micaela on Feb 9, 2008 13:36:22 GMT -5
"Nonsense, you were every bit as lovely long before you put the dress on. Here." *She handed her a silvery mask with ribbons of the same material as the dress. It was a simple mask, only minimally decorated with little seed pearls, but it went perfectly with the rest of the outfit. She bit her lip and stood back, thinking.* "If I have some time before the ball, I can put seed pearls in your hair; they'll match the tiara and the mask..." *She muttered, mostly to herself. She smiled, squeezing Sorcha's hand.*
"You're going to have to fight the men off."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 9, 2008 13:43:05 GMT -5
*Sorcha chuckled at the mental image.*
"I canna say if that'd be fun or annoying," *she smiled.*
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