Dear Reader, this is one of many takes on the Ball in Bath by me-Catherine Royal of Drury Lane.
It had all started out that evening when I was trying to decide what to wear when the Duchess of Avon came in with a surprise. A very big surprise at that. Knock Knock Knock
"Who's there?" I turned to see the duchess come in with a lump of material, or at least it looked like a piece of material.
"Catherine, are you ready to see it?" She sounded like a little school girl with a secret. I decided not to spoil her fun, and played along, "What is it?" I didn't have the slightest idea why she would bring me some material. Surely she knew I couldn't sew to save my life.
She held up the material that had been somewhat hidden before, "What do you think?" She waited to see my awe. The piece of material she held just so happened to be a magnificent dress for the ball. I do admit reader that I was in awe of the dress, as I had never had a dress handmade for me in my entire life. I had always had hand-me-downs. (Not the most exciting things I assure you.)
"I think it's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen," I could not put the beauty of the dress in words.
The duchess beamed, "I'm glad you like it my dear," she made me put the dress on in a hurry. When I had put it on she looked at me like I was a queen, "Just wait until they all see you," she referred to the men at the ball, "You'll have men around you all evening."
"Hardly," I laughed lightly. The dress was so wonderful that I doubted anyone would even notice me.
Then I noticed myself wondering what Frank would think of it. No no no, we're just friends! I tried convincing myself.
"Well I'll let you get ready," the duchess fluttered out of the room, leaving me to admire the dress. My dress.
Okay, so this is my FIRST chapter of my FIRST FanFiction story. Thank you SO much for taking the time to read it. Tell me if I should keep going or not. :)
It gets better. I promise. :)
