Thread: The not so perfect Southern Belle(Dingo & Panda)

The pretty girls eyes widened as he reached behind her, hand slipping under her dress to untie the corset. It instantly loosened, and the girl immediately smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears. She said a quick thank you, smiling at the man sweetly as she moved slightly closer. There was something about him that she was intrigued by, and she desperately want to run her fingers over his cool looking skin to see if he was as chilled as he looked. When he spoke of marrying someone she wanted, she let out a giggle, shaking her head before nodding. SHe wished it were that simple. And for some girls, it was. They got to choose who they wanted to marry. Her cousin Abigail had chosen her husband, and at twenty, she was the mother of four gorgeous children and couldn't have been happier. However, most girls had been married off by force to someone they didn't care for, and the stories she heard were terrible and frightening. As he mentioned the food, she laughed softly, shaking her head before explaining. No, it ain't that. Down here, there's a, um, certain image that goes with femininity. We're supposed to eat like birds. So they cram us full of food before we get to any of these things, so by the time we get here, we couldn't eat at all. Corsets help. If they're too tight, we can barely breath, let alone eat, so naturally mother ties mine up like she's tryin' ta keep me from escapin'. When he said his name, she said it softly under her breath, and at his next question, she couldn't help but blush and look away. My parent's would have me marry either Victor or James, the twins downstairs. They grew up about ten miles down the road from me, and have loved me since I was tiny. But... they're so plain! Neither one of them can make me even crack a smile, or say anything interesting. All they care about is gettin' cotton and tobacco and whatever else they can get their hands on for money. I don't care about any of that. I just want someone who can... I dunno... make me happy. Someone who has an air about them that makes them neat and unique and wonderful.... Someone like you. She blushed even more so at her words, looking away as she bit her lip, clearly nervous she had made an error in speaking of such matters. If she had said any of this downstairs, her father would have smacked her in the mouth so hard she'd be sent into next tuesday. But Slade just felt so genuine that... she wanted to tell him everything. I doubt I'll even get married. I'll end up an old spinster at twenty, like my Aunt Elsa did, and then I won't have to deal with this anymore. I just wish that... for once, I'd find some guy who my parents like, who has money, not that I care about that, mind you, and someone who loves me. But maybe all thats just the stuff of fairy tales. I dunno. I just... I hate it here now. Things are so heated between the North and the South, and that Lincoln guy, whoever he is, is I guess runnin' for president and I have no idea why mah daddy hates him so much, but he keeps saying he's almost the devil himself. She caught herself rambling, and instantly clamped a hand over her mouth, knowing she wasn't supposed to speak as much as she was. Downstairs, she would have gotten hushed by her mother. After all, only the men talked constantly, the women just smiling and nodding at them. I just... I want a new life... One without all the fancy dresses and stuck up people. One where I can just... be free, ya know?