MissPenny2
Princess, and long may I reign.
1. All site rules apply, obviously.
2. Try to keep to the times (1921) the best you can. Google a few things if you need to.
3. Please be active... Don't keep people waiting. If you must leave for an extended period of time, let me know through PM and we can work something out. I don't bite.
4. READ other players' posts! I cannot stress this enough. Nothing bothers me more than when things go astray because someone just skimmed over an important reply. If they took the time to type it, you can take the time to read it.
5. If you have any questions, at any time, contact me. I'll be happy to clarify, explain, answer, help, assist, etc. in the best way I know how.
A quietness had fallen over the Abbey. Behind its white stone walls the servants went about their daily duties as always, but there seemed to be the pressing need to tiptoe when passing through the second floor east hall. Years ago they would've done the same, those of them who had been at the Abbey for longer periods of employment, but not for fear of making a sound. No, the careful steps would have been in order to avoid the toys and playthings that had once littered the plush crimson rug. The east hall lay over the parlor and library, and had always been the girls' hall. Four doors spanned the corridor, three belonging to the Montgomery sisters and the fourth, a small closet for linens and cleaning supplies. One of these heavy oak doors slowly swung open and a petite woman with her auburn hair pulled back into a tight bun stepped out, being sure to close the door behind her.
It was inside that room that Diana sat, staring at her own reflection in front of the cosmetics table that adorned the corner of the room. The evening sun came through the open curtains and shimmered through her dark hair each time she turned her head, still trying to convince herself that this was just the same as any other day, that three strangers were not on their way to stay at the Abbey. Ingrid had just left, the same woman who'd been helping her dress since she was a young teen. The thought that she and her sisters were all adults now nearly made Diana's stomach churn. But she would put up a strong front, if for no one else, for her father. Even though she may strongly disagree with the entire ordeal, it was what he'd chosen. That's not to say she didn't plan on putting up some sort of fight. Standing up from the velvet stool, Diana smoothed down her navy blue gown and started for the door.
Lady Montgomery was already downstairs. Standing in the foyer in her favorite light pink dress, she fought the urge to retreat into the next room and pace the parlor, settling for nervously toying with the strand of pearls that hung from her neck. Tonight was the beginning of the end in her eyes. Even her youngest daughter, Margaret, would meet the man she was to spend the rest of her life with tonight and be expected to accept it as fact. Catherine had been merely eighteen when she married, but with the roles reversed, Margaret seemed much too young. All of them seemed much too young.
The grandfather clock in the parlor rung out announcing the time to be six o'clock. They would be here soon.
2. Try to keep to the times (1921) the best you can. Google a few things if you need to.
3. Please be active... Don't keep people waiting. If you must leave for an extended period of time, let me know through PM and we can work something out. I don't bite.
4. READ other players' posts! I cannot stress this enough. Nothing bothers me more than when things go astray because someone just skimmed over an important reply. If they took the time to type it, you can take the time to read it.
5. If you have any questions, at any time, contact me. I'll be happy to clarify, explain, answer, help, assist, etc. in the best way I know how.
A quietness had fallen over the Abbey. Behind its white stone walls the servants went about their daily duties as always, but there seemed to be the pressing need to tiptoe when passing through the second floor east hall. Years ago they would've done the same, those of them who had been at the Abbey for longer periods of employment, but not for fear of making a sound. No, the careful steps would have been in order to avoid the toys and playthings that had once littered the plush crimson rug. The east hall lay over the parlor and library, and had always been the girls' hall. Four doors spanned the corridor, three belonging to the Montgomery sisters and the fourth, a small closet for linens and cleaning supplies. One of these heavy oak doors slowly swung open and a petite woman with her auburn hair pulled back into a tight bun stepped out, being sure to close the door behind her.
It was inside that room that Diana sat, staring at her own reflection in front of the cosmetics table that adorned the corner of the room. The evening sun came through the open curtains and shimmered through her dark hair each time she turned her head, still trying to convince herself that this was just the same as any other day, that three strangers were not on their way to stay at the Abbey. Ingrid had just left, the same woman who'd been helping her dress since she was a young teen. The thought that she and her sisters were all adults now nearly made Diana's stomach churn. But she would put up a strong front, if for no one else, for her father. Even though she may strongly disagree with the entire ordeal, it was what he'd chosen. That's not to say she didn't plan on putting up some sort of fight. Standing up from the velvet stool, Diana smoothed down her navy blue gown and started for the door.
Lady Montgomery was already downstairs. Standing in the foyer in her favorite light pink dress, she fought the urge to retreat into the next room and pace the parlor, settling for nervously toying with the strand of pearls that hung from her neck. Tonight was the beginning of the end in her eyes. Even her youngest daughter, Margaret, would meet the man she was to spend the rest of her life with tonight and be expected to accept it as fact. Catherine had been merely eighteen when she married, but with the roles reversed, Margaret seemed much too young. All of them seemed much too young.
The grandfather clock in the parlor rung out announcing the time to be six o'clock. They would be here soon.
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