Post by raven on Nov 16, 2011 15:38:11 GMT -5
Raven watched as the coach pulled away down the lane, wheels churning up mud. She sighed heavily and adjusted her gown, trying to smooth out the wrinkles in the blue taffeta. Sweat brimmed across her brow and she wiped it away quickly before knocking on the door to the great house. Beside her sat her trunk full of clothes and in her hand her precious bag with hopefully enough pointe shoes to last her through the summer.
When the door opened she took a small step back. "I'm the dance instructor." She said and handed the maid a slip of paper confirming her employment. Well, she thought...here we go.
When the door opened she took a small step back. "I'm the dance instructor." She said and handed the maid a slip of paper confirming her employment. Well, she thought...here we go.