Arriving at the ball
*Lily* As I sit in front of the ornate mirror, Emily finishes pinning my hair into an elegant updo, delicate tendrils framing my face. I can hardly believe this is happening… one moment I’m a student nurse, and the next, I’m preparing for a ball in 1888. The sheer opulence of the townhouse, with its rich fabrics and delicate porcelain, makes me feel like I’ve stepped into a storybook. I glance at my reflection, the anticipation bubbling inside me… a heady mix of nerves and excitement. “Almost ready, m’lady!” Emily chirps, stepping back to admire her handiwork. My heart races as I think about stepping into the grand ballroom, surrounded by finely dressed aristocrats whose lives are a world away from my own. What will they think of me? Will they see a woman beneath the layers of lace and s
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