She was late. Why was she always late?
Pulling into a parking space, Nymf gazed up at the large house with a growing sense of dread. High society was still a fairly new concept for her and she often times found events stifling and claustrophobic. It wasn’t by her own merit that she had found herself tossed into such scenarios, which, potentially, made her appearance there sting even more. Sucking in a deep breath she pulled down the visor of her car and flipped open the mirror. Staring back at her was a face she hardly recognized. One most days she opted to avoid makeup and glamor she was forced to abide by otherwise. To see herself painted so flawlessly, it turned her stomach.
Turning the key in her car she pushed the door open and ducked out. Frozen she glanced up towards the house, alight and bustling with activity. Laughter and conversation filled the cool night air and she attempted to swallow the lump in her throat. Summoning up her courage she pulled at the hem of her knee length red laced dress and strode towards the mansion with feigned confidence. Grasping her clutch her blue eyes pivoted about. Within the pits of her mind she couldn’t help but feel like her invitation had been a consolation prize, a pitied pat on the shoulder.
Her husband’s untimely death had shocked everyone, no one more so than Nymf. For months she had locked herself away, avoiding social events like the plague. She dreaded their curious glances and whispered assumptions. Even outside of their circles she imagined their words, such a shame…and so young…beautiful widow… She was just another spectacle at their show of faces.
Knocking on the door, it wasted no time in opening itself, revealing the mass of bodies within. Hanging her shawl on the rack she gazed about, instantly overwhelmed. There was not one familiar face. Smiling politely, she weaved through the many well dressed people, feeling slightly underdressed herself. Grabbing a glass of wine off a silver platter she sipped it timidly, contemplating an early departure.
Pulling into a parking space, Nymf gazed up at the large house with a growing sense of dread. High society was still a fairly new concept for her and she often times found events stifling and claustrophobic. It wasn’t by her own merit that she had found herself tossed into such scenarios, which, potentially, made her appearance there sting even more. Sucking in a deep breath she pulled down the visor of her car and flipped open the mirror. Staring back at her was a face she hardly recognized. One most days she opted to avoid makeup and glamor she was forced to abide by otherwise. To see herself painted so flawlessly, it turned her stomach.
Turning the key in her car she pushed the door open and ducked out. Frozen she glanced up towards the house, alight and bustling with activity. Laughter and conversation filled the cool night air and she attempted to swallow the lump in her throat. Summoning up her courage she pulled at the hem of her knee length red laced dress and strode towards the mansion with feigned confidence. Grasping her clutch her blue eyes pivoted about. Within the pits of her mind she couldn’t help but feel like her invitation had been a consolation prize, a pitied pat on the shoulder.
Her husband’s untimely death had shocked everyone, no one more so than Nymf. For months she had locked herself away, avoiding social events like the plague. She dreaded their curious glances and whispered assumptions. Even outside of their circles she imagined their words, such a shame…and so young…beautiful widow… She was just another spectacle at their show of faces.
Knocking on the door, it wasted no time in opening itself, revealing the mass of bodies within. Hanging her shawl on the rack she gazed about, instantly overwhelmed. There was not one familiar face. Smiling politely, she weaved through the many well dressed people, feeling slightly underdressed herself. Grabbing a glass of wine off a silver platter she sipped it timidly, contemplating an early departure.
Nymf
I Have No Tears Left To Cry
Dx someone come and rescue her and make her happy! (Read: corrupt her)
Nymf: https://www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo...N_Redirect
Here is her dress: https://photo.venus.com/im/Z79059-RD_Y42...et=product