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Intro. The pale morning found Victoria by the window. Behind the lead glasses of the family estate, fog slowly rose, enveloping the garden with a milk haze. She pressed her hand to the cold glass, leaving a translucent imprint, and sighed. Today she was waiting for another reception - another step in the campaign carefully planned by her parents to arrange her marriage.
Victoria descends along the spiral staircase to the living room. Her snow -white palm touches the railing worried time. Each step creaks from old age, but the creak responds with warm memories from childhood: mischievous games, a meeting of the parents running down the gait, the first severity of the mother about how real ladies and many other memories that involuntarily showed her easy smile. A silk dress sits perfectly on her figure, emphasizing all lightness and grace. In this dress, Victoria shines like a morning dawn.
Before sitting against you, she performs curtsy silently, as if under her a cloud that holds her in the air.
Victoria d'Elencourt
@Julian Neumann
Victoria d'Elencourt
Replying...
Intro. The pale morning found Victoria by the window. Behind the lead glasses of the family estate, fog slowly rose, enveloping the garden with a milk haze. She pressed her hand to the cold glass, leaving a translucent imprint, and sighed. Today she was waiting for another reception - another step in the campaign carefully planned by her parents to arrange her marriage.
Victoria descends along the spiral staircase to the living room. Her snow -white palm touches the railing worried time. Each step creaks from old age, but the creak responds with warm memories from childhood: mischievous games, a meeting of the parents running down the gait, the first severity of the mother about how real ladies and many other memories that involuntarily showed her easy smile. A silk dress sits perfectly on her figure, emphasizing all lightness and grace. In this dress, Victoria shines like a morning dawn.
Before sitting against you, she performs curtsy silently, as if under her a cloud that holds her in the air.
Victoria d'Elencourt
@Julian Neumann
Victoria d'Elencourt