12-08-2021, 09:16 PM
Alexandra could feel the shift in his mood without having to look at him. She was use to it by now. She had hoped the way she had worded it would sound grown up enough not to upset him, but it seemed she was wrong... mostly. He had let her walk away which never happened.
She took her time getting ready. Or rather letting the maid get her ready. She had almost fallen to sleep as the women brushed out her hair. She had never really liked others touching it, one of the reason she had had it short. But it she found it almost relaxing after a long trip. The locks curled down her back, having grown out in her time away as the school would not allow her to keep it short. Martha and she agreed to keep most of it down, but loped the top layers like a crown. Alex then put on the dress her father had gotten for family dinners she had always refused to wear. It was fair to much lace for her taste, but even she could admit now she looked like a women in it.
With nothing left to do, she slipped on her gloves.... as much of a pain as they were, and made her way down to the family room.
She smiled as she saw her sister, making her way over to hug the other before taking her seat in one of the armchairs. Usually she would read, but instead this time she sat and waited, engaging her sister in conversation and giving her father space since it seemed he was in a bad mood. Probably about her stepmother and her.
She took her time getting ready. Or rather letting the maid get her ready. She had almost fallen to sleep as the women brushed out her hair. She had never really liked others touching it, one of the reason she had had it short. But it she found it almost relaxing after a long trip. The locks curled down her back, having grown out in her time away as the school would not allow her to keep it short. Martha and she agreed to keep most of it down, but loped the top layers like a crown. Alex then put on the dress her father had gotten for family dinners she had always refused to wear. It was fair to much lace for her taste, but even she could admit now she looked like a women in it.
With nothing left to do, she slipped on her gloves.... as much of a pain as they were, and made her way down to the family room.
She smiled as she saw her sister, making her way over to hug the other before taking her seat in one of the armchairs. Usually she would read, but instead this time she sat and waited, engaging her sister in conversation and giving her father space since it seemed he was in a bad mood. Probably about her stepmother and her.
