Mignonette
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It was the Season in London, which meant that everyone who meant something in society or at least thought they did, gathered in Britain's illustrous capital for endless parties, balls and gatherings. Many came for fun, others came to show their face in public and flaunt their wealth, others again were there to strike business contacts or make marriage matches.
Poor Marian was there for that very last reason. All her life she had lived in her parents' mansion in Somerset, away from the bustling capital. Of course she had attended several balls already, but all of them small and held within a circle of people she knew already. Now, shortly after her twentieth birthday, her parents had decided that it was time for their dear daughter to marry. And so they had sent her to spend the season with her Aunt, the Countess of Satchford, in London.
The city was a different world for the blond haired country girl. The dresses she used to wear were instantly replaced by splendid gowns and her already slim waist was tightened further by corsets. She could not leave the house without her hat or her gloves, small things she tended to forget. After the first three days already she begged her parents in letters to call her home, but they remained firm in their decision. Marian was only to come back with an engagement ring on her finger.
Instantly many gentlemen had taken a liking to the new flower in the field. Blond hair and blue eyes seemed to be desirable this season and so a constantly flow of invitations to more social gatherings arrived at the mailbox.
Every evening Marian was just glad to sit down by the window in her room and relax, trying to forget the empty and acted compliments she had received throughout the day. Her only consolation was the brief time in the evenings she spent with her Aunt's butler, after the old lady had retired to bed. It was a friendship that should not exist, but Marian had never cared much about rank. At home she was friends with all the servants, so why not in London?
"Tonight was horrible.", she told the butler as she proceeded to take the pins out of her hair, which had been put up in a complicated way. "I spoke to at least twenty gentlemen and not one of them was being honest with me. They were all just reciting pleasantries they had practice before. And you should have seen the way they were looking at me! Most improper! I dont see why the dresses this year have to show so much skin!"
And just to prove the point to herself she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was still wearing her shining red ballgown which had a very daring cut, allowing the gentlement to almost take a sneak peak at her breasts, that were being held up by her corset.
"The country side is so much better. Really. You should come and visit me there!"
Poor Marian was there for that very last reason. All her life she had lived in her parents' mansion in Somerset, away from the bustling capital. Of course she had attended several balls already, but all of them small and held within a circle of people she knew already. Now, shortly after her twentieth birthday, her parents had decided that it was time for their dear daughter to marry. And so they had sent her to spend the season with her Aunt, the Countess of Satchford, in London.
The city was a different world for the blond haired country girl. The dresses she used to wear were instantly replaced by splendid gowns and her already slim waist was tightened further by corsets. She could not leave the house without her hat or her gloves, small things she tended to forget. After the first three days already she begged her parents in letters to call her home, but they remained firm in their decision. Marian was only to come back with an engagement ring on her finger.
Instantly many gentlemen had taken a liking to the new flower in the field. Blond hair and blue eyes seemed to be desirable this season and so a constantly flow of invitations to more social gatherings arrived at the mailbox.
Every evening Marian was just glad to sit down by the window in her room and relax, trying to forget the empty and acted compliments she had received throughout the day. Her only consolation was the brief time in the evenings she spent with her Aunt's butler, after the old lady had retired to bed. It was a friendship that should not exist, but Marian had never cared much about rank. At home she was friends with all the servants, so why not in London?
"Tonight was horrible.", she told the butler as she proceeded to take the pins out of her hair, which had been put up in a complicated way. "I spoke to at least twenty gentlemen and not one of them was being honest with me. They were all just reciting pleasantries they had practice before. And you should have seen the way they were looking at me! Most improper! I dont see why the dresses this year have to show so much skin!"
And just to prove the point to herself she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was still wearing her shining red ballgown which had a very daring cut, allowing the gentlement to almost take a sneak peak at her breasts, that were being held up by her corset.
"The country side is so much better. Really. You should come and visit me there!"