Since 3 years old,
Arthur was always whispered around me.
Tomorrow I will meet him again for the fourth time. Just a meeting right?
Or is the dinner tonight?
The party’s next week?
The engagement one! Not the celebration of my father.
Maybe if I tighten this corset a little more,
I could avoid everything.
Tinier waist,
Maybe then I’ll be perfect...
That’s what everyone expects
perfection.
He’s blonde, no maybe brunette…
Tall?
I don’t remember.
The painting’s are always too flattering.
Just breathe it’s normal to be nervous,
Hand shaking, barely eating, hair falling out...
Nervous.
Normal.
Piling my hair on top of my head,
Maybe if I pin this hard enough,
I’ll faint.
And hopefully never wake up.
Maybe I could be like the fairy tales I tell my sister,
Someone who actually loves me would wake me up,
With a kiss--a beautiful gentle one.
Oh wait,
They are calling me.
Time to run down,
But no running.
It’s not ladylike.