Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Babbettes head was in a tizzy. This was to be her first trip to court. Her father was trying to arrange a quiet wedding instead of having her go through the mess and drama of the ton. But it seemed that King Charles the third would not be dissuaded this time. Babbette was to appear for everyone to see. It certainly was enough to make any sixteen year old girls thoughts spin brutally. So did the tightening of a corset. Behind her Matilda, her maid, was pulling on the satin strings of her corset. Babbette held on to the post of her bed for support as the woman tightened. The air was taking right from her. The large and round orbs on her chest were pushed up and together, making a deep valley of ample cleavage. Two inches around her waist were taken in but it wasnt as if she needed it. She was a naturally slim girl with rounded hips. Her maid had told her that she was very fortunate for that hour glass figure. Quickly a yellow dress with a primrose was pulled over her head. It fitted perfectly over the corset and bright blue petticoat. Babbette wasnt fond of the color yellow but, with her auburn hair and amber colored eyes, Matilda had said it would be best. Pearls lined the bodice and came in bows on the skirt of her gown. Her father had made sure only the most exquisite pearls had been strung on it. A small sapphire in a bezel setting hung from the strand of pears around her neck. It was all so very innocent. The maid then set to work on her hair, wiring it out on either end and fastening a yellow and blue ribbon on the right side. She pursed her lips. She wanted feathers, pearls, and jewels in her hair. That is what the ladies wore when they came into her fathers store. But Matilda would not hear any of that though. It wasnt proper for an unmarried girl to dress herself up in such a fashion. No. Babbette was to look fresh and virginal. Men liked girls who were sweet and innocent. Wilting flowers with nothing to say. Which wasnt what Babbette was. Many times she had gotten in trouble. Finally a little make up was add, just some charcoal for the eyelashes, bismuth for the lips, and a little bit of rouge for the cheeks. It was the only thing Matilda relented on. A little bit of enhancing never hurt a girl, even if a young woman was not to ware any until she said her vows. Finally she was push out the door and towards her fathers carriage. It was a simple thing of baby blue. It would not be the fanciest at the ball. In fact, it would probably be the most ragged. Her father was recently allowed in the court. The King, completely and utterly impressed with the mans craftsmanship in jewels and fine metals, had given him the title baron. Her father beamed with pride that day and everyone who was anyone had started to come to his store to get things crafted. You are going to do fine! Matilda said. Just dont open that mouth of yours. From inside the carriage, her father laughed. Babbette sighed as she was pushed into the vehicle. What was so terrible about a woman with intelligence? Who wanted to speak with a person who knew nothing but sewing and pianoforte and some French? Her father had grown up in a different time and had believed a woman smart and able and had made sure she had the best tutors to learn a plethora of subjects. In silence the carriage sped away towards the event. Her heart raced. This was her first public appearance. The first time anyone of consequence was going to see her. It was a little nerve wracking. She nervously wrung her hands together and her father took them in his own. The ride slowed and their footman opened the door. In sweeping motions she was taken through the crowd of people. The ladies looked ravishing in their low cut, vibrant greens and reds and golds. The men looked beautiful as well. Every coat she saw had silver and gold embroidery and their stockings had little watches dangling from them. It was in shock and awe that she was lead through the crowd and into the room where everyone was announced. She turned bright red when her and her father were announced. Every eye was on them and most looked appalled to see that a jeweler would be allowed to attend such a gala. Babbette sighed looked up at her father, whom looked just as regal as everyone else. Even more so because he was taking the scathing looks with dignity and grace. A smile was on his face as he lead his daughter through the room. Men looked in her direction with interest but she paid them no mind. She didnt even realize she was getting so much attention.