The day seemed to begin with melancholic notions as she attempted to advance through it with optimism as her life could have ceased many times before this day. This would prove to be a struggle as she had a maiden-one who was not Helene now assist her with her corset and bring her tea for the day. Having to smile with her new maid’s presence would challenge her capability to fulfill what was expected of her for the remainder of her wedding day; the day she was destined to have. She closed her eyes with each forceful pull of her corset strings, synonymous with the corset as she understood the tight proximity and lack of breathing room in more ways than one.
“Are you prepared?” Her maiden asked as she sat at her vanity to a woman she could not recognize. The recently tattered woman was now
