Willow.
The black dress hung low around my body, exposing my entire back. It was sleeveless with a strap that kept it in place and stopped just above my knees. It was lovely, but I felt out of place. Floyd didn’t welcome the idea of me wearing exposing gowns like this.
He would rather that I stay at home than wear anything to show my beauty or rather, my ugliness out to the world that was something he was shamed of about me and many more that he didn’t fall to show me. “Should I put your hair up or let it this way?” the maid asked and I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
My hair has always been up, until I moved here. I used to love having my hair up but now, I would really love to have it down, even though the date isn’t something that I am looking up to, the least I
