NARA
I stood outside the door to Aunt Ophelia’s sitting room for almost a full minute, smoothing my hands down the front of my navy dress over and over.. It had looked okay in the mirror at home, but now I knew it was all wrong.
The soft laughter and chuckling coming from inside made my stomach twist into knots. These women were not going to be like me. I could already tell… I took one last deep breath and pushed the door open before I could change my mind.
The room was full, more than a dozen sophisticated ladies sat around in elegant groups.
Their dresses were seemed like perfect silk, tailored skirts, soft colors that probably cost a fortune. Their hair was so done just right, jewelry sparkling every time they moved their hands. They held their teacups with such grace, laughing ligh
