—Mabel—
I stood patiently in the grand foyer, waiting for Ruth to come downstairs.
The entire mansion was quiet.
The children were taking their siestas after a long day of playing with the newest member of the family. Fizzy was asleep too, snuggled in his small bed in their room.
Humming, I walked to the vanity in the foyer and studied my reflection once again.
For the party, I was dressed in an off-the-shoulder satin gown. The skirt flowed down in a graceful column, parting slightly at the side to reveal a hint of leg with each step.
My hair had been swept into a twisted bun, held in place with a single mother-of-pearl pin, nearly invisible unless someone was paying close attention.
My makeup was minimal except for the red lipstick, while delicate gold jewelry adorned my ears, neck
