Chapter 1"I'm sorry, I just don't think it will work out anymore. Our lives are too different." I try not the show my emotions and curl my lip into a sneer. "Whatever. Your just a servant boy..." And that's how I know it's finally the end between us.
(set in olden times)
"Just try on one more!" I have a sudden urge to rake my hands through her maroon ringlets and yank them right off her dainty little head. "FINE! Just make sure this one doesn't nearly choke me to death with a corset fit for a 12 year old- Not a 16 year old! Gosh, I'm not some kind of cleavage display" My bestest friend ever, slash my maiden/servant Tess makes tutting noises. It's complicated. When I'm inside the palace, she's the only one that understands me, but outside the palace I have to pretend not to even know her and hang out with my fake best friends, the duchess Gloria who flew over from an exotic country and her gang of posh friends.
If I wasn't beautiful myself (If I do say so myself) and if Tess wasn't a servant, I'd be jealous of her. She has maroon ringlet hair that tumbles down to her bust and naturally rosy cheeks paired with stunning, amber-brown eyes. I, on the other hand, have wavy (but not ringlets) fierce, burgundy hair that reaches my waist and large green eyes that make me look like a mermaid, paired with porcelain skin and high cheekbones. She prefers giggly, girly, sweet stuff whilst I prefer sports, adventurous and daring stuff. She has a bigger bust and backside whilst I have a better hourglass figure next to her pear. We are such opposites but get on like a house on fire- Well, that's a bad thing, so we get on like Sweets and chocolate.
"Ok, I promise this one won't have a corset. This beautiful azure-blue colour will go great with your eyes and hair." She rummages around in my third wardrobe (I have 1 on either side of my room) and produces a beautiful azure-blue gown with a sleeve-less, crumb-catcher neckline and silky petticoats. My breath catches in my throat- It's literally perfect. "Wow, I will gladly try this on!" Tess chuckles, "Yet one week later you will tire of this and I'll have to stitch another one again!" I turn to stare at her in awe, "You stitched this? All on your own?" She flushes and her rosy cheeks turn a deeper shade of red than usual. "I'll never tire of this-never. Well unless it becomes small for me." We both laugh.
"Seriously though, the duke is arriving in his carriage in around 30 minutes. We still haven't done your hair and makeup!" She gently puts on my dress, staring wistfully at the swishing petticoats and fine material. "One day, you'll be wearing this dress in a ball, Tess. One even better. A white one, with rosebuds stitched all over it-" Tess smiles sadly. "You and your picturing, Clara!" "No seriously- Your hair will be piled into a pretty up do, with wisps tumbling down your back and a pastel pink rose tucked behind one ear. Then the handsome mysterious stranger with copper hair-" Tess starts to go with the flow, getting excited. "No, wavy, dark black hair and huge hazelnut eyes! What will he say?" "Rack your brains Tess! He loves you, you're his sweet...err..." "-Chocolate cake?" Tess offers and I nod eagerly. A bell chimes in the distance, snapping us back to reality.
"TESS! HE'S HERE! HURRY LET'S DO YOUR HAIR!" I give a small wink. "I hear what a heart-throb this duke is, it won't harm him to wait a few minutes." Tess giggles, before dabbing powder onto my skin, with a tiny dab of blush. She combs through my hair and attempts to put it in a twisted plait. "Your gloves-" She hands me a silky pair of pastel blue gloves, with holes for my fingers to go through.
"Ok, let's go!"