thechateau-deversailles:
As the sun began to set, so did the people of France prepare for bed and another long day of toil and work. Not at Versailles, though, at Versailles the guests were bursting with excitement at the thought of a long evening spent dancing, drinking, laughing, gambling and simply enjoying the privileged life that only those in Versailles can. Lanterns and candles were lit, the music began playing and the doors to the grand ball room were opened wide for it’s guests that were just beginning to arrive.
Even through the thick walls of her suite, Celeste could hear the grand piano playing from the ball room. It was a beautiful melody, but unfortunately she couldn’t very well enjoy it while she was being crushed. Madeline stood behind her with an apologetic facial expression as she pulled the strings of Celeste’s corset tighter and tighter. It was very sweet of the maid to feel so poorly for her but she didn’t acknowledge her kindness aloud, she had too much pride.
After Celeste had been tucked away and could no longer breathe, she turned away from the mirror and looked at the lady maid. “the dress, Madeline” she ordered in a tone that was neither threatening nor endearing. Although the girl was a maid and her opinions were suppose to be kept to herself, Celeste could sense the disapproval of her gown choice through out her body language. Of course Celeste didn’t care what anyone thought about the leg baring, wear. She planned to wear tights but anything that showed ankle was frowned upon. Good thing she had always been immune to other people’s feelings.
The clock stuck the next hour which was already and hour past due. The ball had started long before she decided to emerge from her room, but this is what she wanted. Celeste craved attention, she needed all eyes on her and with everyone already in attendance, she’d have just that. As she approached the staircase, she took a deep breath and placed her lace mask over her eyes to hide her identity. Her dainty hand found the rail at the top of the staircase, and she slowly started to descend. The more the heads turned, the more she noticed the mixture of facial expressions. Some were envious, some were disgusted, and others were very pleased. All of which meant one thing: she had succeeded in making her statement.