Art by Dissectr
"Is this to your preference?"
Contessa fidgets in place. Her lips tuck inwards for just a moment as she hesitates. The house servant assures the bow on the back of her mint dress is tied to perfection, and that the ribbon is centered on her head just so.
Her parents had been sending her gown after gown after gown that suited their preferences. So many heavy dresses with layers of fabric that felt like they dragged along the floor, catching under her feet. The servants had become used to sending just about every suggestion back. But today? Today she had picked out her own dress.
Lighter fabrics feel so freeing, and she can't help turning in the mirror admiring the sway and twirl of the skirt. Peach colored blossoms decorate the mid section of the skirt over a pale mint lace band. The colors compliment nicely, and the peach is a gentle nod to her fur color. The lace trimmed socks and little shoes are comfortable enough.
Contessa doesn't give the servant waiting patiently an immediate answer. She ceases her twirling, sucking in a large breath.
I love it.
She tells herself this, but other voices fight her.
Is it too informal? It's not very uniform. It lacks elegance. It simply doesn't fit the family standards.
Her ears begin to droop and she stares at her feet. Sharp brows furry, a frown appears, and her interest begins to wane.
No, I love it. Why can't I just love something?
Contessa keeps telling herself this. She repeats it near a dozen times, closing her eyes as she attempts to whisk away all the outside influences. Yet they continue to pester her, prodding and poking at her head to convince her otherwise.
"Miss Damoro?"
The voice of the servant slices through the head noise. Her tail coils close to her, tapping aggressively on the thick carpet.
"I need some time to decide."
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