This Monday Morning
This Monday morning seemed harder than the last. The young mistress wouldn't wake with as much joy as she had the day before. She would sit still, some excitement in her voice as she chatted with her nannies and maids as they bathed her for the day. That excitement would build as her hair was carefully curled over the next hour and then neatly arranged with much attention on top of her head. Her black locks were now delicately arranged, and much care was taken as she slipped into her newest dress. This was a gift from the young lady next door, pink fabric with bows and laces and ribbons decorating it. The skirt was full, the lace intricate, and the bows of silk that were masterfully tied. The dress had come with matching glows of a paler pink lace and a parasol of similar color. As she sat there in front of her silver vanity bedecked with emerald she admired the dress her friend had sent her. When the butler arrived with the regular reports she would nod politely and give instructions every now and then, which he would dutifully note. He was soon sent away by her nannies and maids as the emerald tiara he had made was rested upon the nest of curls on her head. She would take her place in the green sitting room on the leftmost couch of a pale sea blue. His favorite book in hand, which he had read to her countless times, was softly read aloud as she waited for him to arrive. Today she was more desperately hopeful, her birthday not even a week away. And so the rattle of carriage wheels or thuds of horses hooves had her quickly jumping from her seat in excitement as she rushed to the window to see if it was him.